Wearing an uncomfortable look, Yakov still tried to pull away, even with the hand around his neck. He wasn't comfortable in a situation like this, and made him want to run - far, far away. But at the same time, he stayed, although maybe not of his own choice. "Yes," he said in a slightly huffy voice. "I didn't. . ." But his voice trailed off, because that was a lie and because he did enjoy it. Quite a bit, for that matter. He watched as Adrian stood up, and towered over him.
He flushed furiously when he heard that comment - no, the kiss didn't make it go away, made it even larger, in fact - and he hurriedly crossed his legs. "Is this all I'm here for?" He spat, angry at that notion. "Sex? I'm sure you can find someone who is actually willing, instead of me." He got up, and made to leave to hidden apartment - he'd find his way back to the club somehow.