[He should have, honestly, because appealing to Ranpo's praise kink will get him far--]
[As Dionysus leans down, Ranpo reaches up, resting a hand on Dionysus' shoulder and letting his fingers tangle into his long hair. For all that he's trying not to make it too obvious, he's still pretty inexperienced in all this, unable to hold back a nervous little giggle when he feels that tongue against his lips. But even so, he presses forward, parting his lips to capture Dionysus' in a kiss.]
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[As Dionysus leans down, Ranpo reaches up, resting a hand on Dionysus' shoulder and letting his fingers tangle into his long hair. For all that he's trying not to make it too obvious, he's still pretty inexperienced in all this, unable to hold back a nervous little giggle when he feels that tongue against his lips. But even so, he presses forward, parting his lips to capture Dionysus' in a kiss.]