"Lots of people talk a big game but chicken out." His grin sharpens, less a pleasant expression and more wicked. "But not you, hmm?" Which suits his needs, someone willing to let him use their body for his base desires.

Tomoe really is quite pretty, reminding Mo Ran of Shi Mei, even if their coloring is very different. When he had a crush on the other boy, Mo Ran hadn't been able to picture doing anything to him beyond maybe kissing him or cuddling, a big contrast to the sorts of sexual torture he envisioned for his teacher, things he still wants to do to him but feels guilty about. Having someone as pretty in his hands makes heat pool low in his gut, and he's looking forward to that night even more, cock twitching with interest beneath the towel.

Really, he should be offering the other man drinks, or perhaps some polite conversation to ease the way into this, but Mo Ran is mostly naked, only a towel preserving his modesty, and eager to get this started. Why delay the inevitable?

"Remind me again the things I can't do to you." He shifts his hand a little so he can run his thumb over Tomoe's lower lip, pulling at it before letting go and sliding his hand lower to curl around his neck. "Do you want me to stop when you say stop?"