[his lips part against yours and he makes a sharp, wanting sound into your mouth as your finger presses him just that slight bit open, rough and warm. his head tips back and he grits his teeth on another sound when you say his name, feeling his body tense around your fingertip as he struggles to focus, his cheeks flushing dark]

H-here, I think... [he reaches over and fumbles for a bottle of what looked like bath oil before, pressing it into your hand and just curling against you, panting a little as he just curls in against you, his mouth closing on your pulse and his hands sliding slick down your chest and over your hips, just touching hungrily]