Buckingham's inner goddess is laughing with near maniacal arousal, and guides the duke's hand greedily between his thighs. Buckingham's inner narration is cursing the previous tag's subject line. Buckingham himself merely exhales with blissful smugness, and slides his foot just a little closer.

"Old habits die hard after all, eh?"

He cannot feel the tongue leaving its trail on the leather, of course he can't, but oh, how very sweet to have just the sight of it.

"Don't forget the kiss now," he purrs sweetly, his voice like bells forged from pure molten schadenfreude.