Dulce didn't have to move, Ruoxi unbuttoned the buttons on his collar himself, revealing his gold-hued skin to the drunk Vampire seated on him.
Dulce's vision still spun, the private room wasn't as heavily filled with incense like the main hall but it did little to clear up the intoxication he felt. He dug his fingers into the Demon's shoulders to ground himself as he closed the distance for a drink, but it was more that he fell forward than that he leaned closer, resting his weight completely against Ruoxi's upper body.
Ruoxi's dark pink eyes were lowered to Dulce as the Vampire fell into the curve of his neck. He didn't have to look up to know that the entirety of the room had their attention on them, a hand on the Vampire's waist and another in his hair.
There was a long pause, one that had him wondering if Dulce had changed his mind. He wasn't as disappointed at the thought as he thought he would be, content to keep the supple Vampire in his arms.
