[A hand slides to cup the back of Kizuna's neck, deepening the kiss. He drags sharp canines against the empath's bottom lip, a lopsided grin felt in the press of lips.]

Are you trying to seduce me now? [He starts to trail kisses down Kizuna's jaw. Chaste and sweet.]

I felt jealous seeing marks on you. [He's not unpacking why though. Why doesn't matter.] I wanted to leave my own suddenly. I understand why you got how you did. [But Wriothesley doesn't have the excuse of his suit. Whatever is making him jealous is his own doing.]