There's no need for pulling back, nor a place for it, as Bagoas more than happily disentangles their hands and instead returns the embrace. He sinks towards Glitch, hip to hip and side to side and long legs sharing the space between. More soft nuzzles, mirrored grins until they are cheek to cheek and nose to nose and Bagoas' cheek heats up where it was kissed.

Glitch's beard of course rasps, but it couldn't be farther from his mind. "What a lovely name," he whispers, breath ghosting over Ambrose's mouth.

"Thank you."