It feels amazing to be touched after he's spent the last few weeks on board entirely untouched. Where his fingertips had been he still feels their lingering warm, a soft whimpering sound lost in their kiss as he gets his hands up further, playing with his nipples. when he pulls back he has to bite his lip to keep from being entirely too loud, well are of where they are and not wanting to be embarrassingly loud like he might normally allow himself and a little sound proofed room to be.

His head falls back, exposing even more of the line of his neck and jaw, his breath coming in a little more heated with each kiss, "you can leave marks, I-if you want," because a bite right now, the scraping of teeth would be almost too good after weeks of nothing.