Russia notes every little twitch of emotion in Canada's expression, every little movement in reaction to his own and it simply has him hungry for more. So yeah, he'll let Canada lead them through the streets and the parting crowd of people to the car, and oh Russia doesn't let him have much of a reprieve once they get there, reaching over to catch his jaw in a large hand and draw him into a lingering kiss that's all heat and promises.

There's a rough sigh against Canada's mouth as Russia draws back, teeth catching and tugging gently at the younger nation's kiss flushed lower lip. And with a sweep of darkened plum colored eyes and a smile that's all tease, Russia pulls back to finally let Canada drive them to his home.

As far as he's concerned, the atmosphere is definitely lingering around and though Russia might be separate finally, his gaze flits back and lingers, upon the redden curve of Canada's lips, the flush his cheeks bear and the arousal dark in his eyes. There's a pleased sort of notion settling upon his mind, smugness that he's the one he can do this to Canada.