'You know that's going to happen.'

He almost kisses him again. Almost; not quite. HIs hands are restless against his chest, his sides; he wants to pull his clothes off, and touch properly.

But it's Mardi Gras, and there's all sort of other trouble they could get up to first. Though there's no reason they couldn't mix the two.

'Now?'

They can go now, if he likes. Might be best to get this out of their system.