In place of an answer, he simply smirked and pushed the door open, pulling his customer in after him.

The room itself was fairly large, dominated mostly by a grand bed covered in rich red sheets. The walls were lined with shelves of books and various curiosities, a tall mirror in one corner and a pair of plush armchairs in another. Saralegui didn't leave much time to examine it very thoroughly, however. He tugged the doors closed behind them, and then in one smooth motion he slid an arm over the man's shoulder to pull him close, leaning in to press a kiss to his jaw.

Some wanted to jump right to the main course, but most preferred a bit of buildup. Something to convince themselves they were with a lover rather than a whore, maybe. Saralegui certainly had theories. He caught the young man's hand with his free one, guiding it to the back of his head. If this particular customer seemed to like his hair then he might as well exploit it.

Pressing close, warm and sensually slow-moving, Saralegui let a hot breath ghost across the sharp curve of a jaw.. His lips were soft, feather-light when he spoke against dark skin.

"Getting any ideas yet?"