"Not if they want to live to see tomorrow," Luther mutters against Alexsandr's mouth, grinning despite issuing a threat of bodily harm to his own siblings, perhaps because it's such a silly, normal threat to make. His skin buzzes where warm hands drag over him and he's pretty sure they'll both be happier without pants.

Still, Alexsandr has a point.

"Better safe than sorry," he adds, "so, uh. My room's upstairs."

Luther stands, just enough manhandling to pick Alexsandr up with him, hands hooked under his thighs and holding him so easily as he starts toward the stairs. Yes! cheers his lizard brain as he leans in to capture the other man's mouth once more.