[M-MAYBE]

[Kaz accepts those lips very willingly, then moves his own against them in a pattern they established long ago--]

[-- only to find that it's doing nothing. It feels warm, it feels intimate, but it's not... sexy. Kaz doesn't feel like throwing his thighs around Liquid now or pushing him against the bookcase to sneak a hand down his pants.]

[And dammit to hell, he immediately feels wrong and guilty for it.]

[His mouth is still but his hand at Liquid's back trembles.]