Anael's lips unerringly found Coby's as he leaned into him, for a kiss that he felt he needed as a man might need air to breathe, to live, to love, to exist. Tasting himself on Coby's tongue hardly mattered; what mattered was Coby, and trying to pour into that kiss everything that Coby had just gifted him with. He breathed against his lips for a few seconds after breaking that kiss, then looked into his eyes. "Let me take you to bed?"