Rosenkreuz wasn't a charm school, but there were things a guy wouldn't do with another guy's mouth unless absolutely necessary.

Schuldig was pinned against the wall, not entirely without his consent though he'd been complaining constantly since the first touch. The kick to spread his legs had hurt his ankles, the grip around his wrists was too tight and cut off circulation to his fingers, the hand trying to enter his pants was laughably clumsy and, by the way, the guards were coming.