Davrin groaned against his neck, mentally conceding the point as hips ground together. Now that the top of the armor was off, there was the rest of it to get to- he swore if Lucanis' boots had more than one buckle between him and getting them and the pants off he was going to throw them out the window after. Let some lucky guard enjoy the fashionable loot from above. For now he sat up enough to bring both hands to the ties of the other man's pants, ready and willing to leave behind faint outlines and friction.

"Mm, hidden blade isn't as poetic."