Shura hummed sweetly when Reinhard slid up and actually kissed him. A warm contact, one he didn't share often – when had been the last time? Shura couldn't even remember, his mind being a fickle thing as it were. Even so, he liked it. The singing of Reinhard's body close to his, the heat between them that chased the chill away.
Shura supposed he could forgive him, then.
Cool hands slid to Reinhard's back when he deepened the kiss, tasting the remnants of old blood. Which hardly bothered the blood mage. If anything, it spiked his interest. Wanting to savor that mingled taste, of something so familiar and not.
Another soft, breathy sigh escaped him when Reinhard's attention turned to his neck. Getting to feel how excited he was though, that he wanted him, made Shura squirm under him. A thrill chased up his spine. It wasn't often he was wanted, after all, and it was a rush.
How unfortunate there were still pants in the way. Even so, Shura hooked one of his legs around his hips so that Reinhard would, likewise, feel the echo of Shura's own hard want. Yes, he was quite interested. Yes, he was quite thrilled to be beneath him.
At the second kiss, Shura lightly nipped at his lower lip then murmured, "It'd be really sweet of you to help me out of the rest of my clothes." It was definitely going to be cold, but that was a price Shura was eager to pay. Even now, with so little having happened, Shura was a little breathy. Excited. His red eyes bright and quite clear.