Barnaby gives another noise of protest as Kotetsu walks them away from the kitchen -- isn't it dangerous to leave the meat out on the counter for too long? -- but he hasn't got it in him to change the direction that things are going. Not when they're going as fast as they are. He is too willing to give in to what he's feeling. He's going to grasp the chance while he has it, swept up easily, as ever, in Kotetsu's emotions as well.

Not an argument, this time, but something that makes Barnaby's body ache.

He bites sharply at his lip in surprise when Kotetsu drags him off of the ground, resting Barnaby's weight against the flat planes of his belly until Barnaby feels the throb between his legs. He chases after the friction with a shallow arch of his back, too intent on the feeling of another body that was not his own moving against him.

"Kotetsu. I could have walked." His hands moved to Kotetsu's shoulders, gripping roughly, though he's certain he won't be dropped.