[His own glass is discarded carelessly. It will be cleaned later by the staff after all, and right now, he'd rather press into the kiss he's yanked into. There's a hungry moan that gets muffled into it as his hands slide down over Squalo's chest, feeling what he can appreciatively.][He breathes against his lips when the kiss breaks before he bites at his lower lip teasingly.]
no subject
Some biting may be fine...