He stretches, relaxes against the soft touches of lips and fingers against his skin. Rarely does he like being exposed in such an uncovered environment like the rooftop, but they are shielded enough between the slight overhand and the pillows that they sink into that he is able to remain calm, able to settle and kiss skin whenever it comes close enough

"Your mouth is warm..." he mumbles, leaning into a touch of tongue, letting out a moan as fingers clutch fabric and a breath tumbles out his mouth. As it passes over a long, white, raised scar along his chest, he gasps. It isn't just warm, it's hot and he twists beneath his mouth.

He raises his hips as he feels a mouth, soft and light over his skin. Hands caressing and smoothing over his skin that already prickles a bit with the night air. His voice is soft, but he murmurs his name, slowly under his breath, repeatedly until the kisses bring him to incoherent murmurs and sighs.