[ By the third kiss segment, Gil understands what Rau is doing and there is a short hint of amused laughter that is immediately cut short by another mashing of lips. Of all ways to go about this... It's charming, in its own odd way, and Gil gives in easily. Unlike Rau, he is not particularly invested in plausible deniability of his pleasure, so he allows himself to sigh and gasp - to even chase Rau's lips when he tries to take some of his methodical little segment breaks.

It's not long before all the clasps that Gil can comfortably reach are undone. Gil has the home field advantage here - ZAFT uniforms are unisex, and he's gotten quite a bit of practice undoing them in life. It doesn't matter if he's distracted by kisses or blindfolded, he knows his way around the garments with ease.

It's around then that Rau bites down on his lip in a way that comes dangerously close to drawing blood and Gil yelps a little. ]

-- you. If you want to turn me into a masochist, you'll have to work harder for it.

[ Without any warning, embraces Rau again and pulls him down onto his legs and into his arms - forcefully this time. Step one of 'work for it' is going to be 'not making your partner crane his neck uncomfortable for make-outs', Gil has decided.

With Rau properly in his grasp, he presses a kiss to his collarbone. ]

Is that what you want? Make me bleed?