[Excuse him, how is he supposed to do words when Youou keeps doing that to his back? He slumps against the other man, closing his eyes and shivering with a small nonsensical mumble that might possibly be agreement that he couldn't do better, or just is the human equivalent of purring.]

[After a moment or two e opens his eyes lazily.] Well, I guess Kuro works, then. I mean, since that's the only thing you wear, combined with that beautiful hair of yours. [A small, happy yawn, but his eyes are still bright with interest.] So they're something you'd call a boyfriend, then? Or something more general like sugar? [A pause.] Not that Black Sugar doesn't mostly sound like a porno with a lot of big black guys in it.