Kasumi playfully pouted as his guard made that point. Instead of teasing further, he quietly let the other walk him to the bedroom, Kasumi pleased to find it was his guard's. The dim lighting was appreciated and almost mystical. Once in bed, he curled up, sighing happily as he felt even better. The sheets even smelled like him. "Join me," he urged softly, eying his guard with an extended hand. He wanted to hold, to cling- something he had to be careful of. He knew he shouldn't mess around with his guard or the yakuza, he knew he shouldn't tempt the other or himself. But... God. He was beautiful. He was naturally tempted and the drug did nothing to help. He badly wanted to climb into his lap or let the other take him again. He let out a quiet, shuddering breath, an antsy feeling coming over him. He felt too wound up to just lay there.
He sat up then, a hand reaching to tug his guard closer before pushing him back. He carefully climbed into his lap, his movements actually uneasy as he straddled, Kasumi guiding his guard's hand to his hip to help steady him. "I'm sorry, I just... I can't help myself." His poor guard, subjected to a high sex addict.