It's all he can do not to work himself against Kronid's thigh as they kiss. Instead, he moves back towards the bed, pulling Kronid with him. He breaks the kiss long enough to sit on the edge of the bed, taking a moment to smear a messy kiss across the man's hip before he tugs at him, encouraging him to come down and sit in his lap.

There are flashes, here and there, of lucidity. Realizing how -- frankly stupid this is, sleeping with a strange man just down the hall from where his wife and child are sleeping. He thinks of pulling away but the scent and taste of him is intoxicating.