Mel's kisses have grown familiar, but never fail to intoxicate, to set Evan's heart to thumping in that particularly heady mixture of admiration, adoration and anticipation. Laedo's lips, however, are entirely new -- and somehow even with the sly hint counting as forewarning, he somehow had not expected the kiss, not a proper one, not like this. It's enough to render him pliant and hazy as he absorbs the newness, and he leans into it a little before Laedo pulls away again. It's a one-two punch that sets him to goosebumps even in the sultry embrace of the hotspring.

"Ah." It had been enough to thoroughly distract, and it takes a moment for words to sink into Evan's brain. He raises his hands, dripping, above the waterline and grins, a hot, hazy thing. "Ahh... well, maybe, maybe guests first?" He looks between Laedo and Mel, lips quirked, flushed and feeling delightfully tantalized and exposed. Being able to rub some iridescent shoulders will give him a focus, wean him on to engaging some other potentially iridescent parts.

Now there's a thought that just about has him glancing down under the water. He flushes more deeply, eyes hooding a little as he looks back to Laedo's face instead.