"'M always a bad boy," he murmurs with a smirk, the baddest good boy there is, or the goodest bad boy. Truthfully he's kind of bad at being bad, then again, murdering your boyfriend is kinda bad, so maybe he's okay at it after all.

There's no concern from him at those fingers snaking around his neck, in fact that touch is just causing a broad grin that's only wiped away as their lips clash, immediately going in with tongue and teeth to give as good as he gets. He slips a hand around to squeeze his fingers into leather clad ass, and along with that finger hooked into the waistband of those pants, he's using the grip as an anchor to bring Eccarius with him as he slowly and blindly steps back towards the bed.