Kriff, but that moan made his blood pulse hot and fast right through his body. Teeth grazed skin as he mouth his mouth a little lower on Taiko's neck, tongue darting out to taste salt in the hollow of the man's throat. His hands were already sliding up under his shirt, and he pulled back from his assault only so that he could pull Taiko's shirt up and over his head.

Whatever Taiko had been about to ask if he had the patience for, evidently the answer was no.