He doesn't hesitate, not like he would have in the beginning. He mouths up the kitsune's bare neck, breathes in the scent of tea and smoke and something older, like fresh earth after the rain. Their lips touch but it's chaste for now. That doesn't make it any less sweet. Stiva's wings flutter behind him, giving him away even though his expression remains calm and still, held that way by will.

"You don't usually like it when I'm sweet," he says. "You must be in a good mood, master." He thinks carefully about what to say next as his trained hand wanders, sliding along the other's thigh, pushing up the supple silk of his robes. "Is it because of our guest? You're fond of him aren't you, and his stories? The one eyed serpent. I hear he'd returned here after several moons away."

Stiva thinks about Peter - half-man, half-youkai - and his cursed face. He knew Justin enjoyed him because of his novelty and his wit and the challenge of his doomed fate. Justin enjoyed puzzles after all, and Stiva enjoyed providing them for him.

"Have you decided to play with him again? I can bring him to you."