Without waiting for an answer, Scaramouche captured Scara's lips in a passionate kiss, deepening it as their tongues danced together. Their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, each sensation heightened by the knowledge of what they had shared earlier. The air around them felt thick and electric, the tension between them building with every touch and caress.

As their kiss ended, Scaramouche looked into Scara's eyes, his own filled with desire and need. "Let's not worry about tomorrow,"

Scaramouche's eyes widened in surprise before he quickly regained composure, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Oh really?" he teased, pretending to be nonchalant about it. "Well then..." He leaned in closer, planting soft kisses along Scara's jaw and neck before whispering into his ear, "...I guess we'll just have to find a way around that."