[At first, Grell rose an eyebrow at the stoic face. It quickly changed from surprised to a state of pleasure as he was trapped between Marco and a hard place. Those fingers knew exactly where to make Grell produce notes, ranging from low to high. He almost lost the grip on his flowers as his mind began to focus on other activities.]

But it's a good reason to misbehave... [A free hand found it's way to Marco's torso, following the contours as best he could.]