Galo's lap was already his goal, so Lio is far too happy to settle himself into it, molding himself up against him. That shirt is still in the way, but at least he's got a hand beneath it now. At least he can feel the heat of Galo's body through the material against his own.

If human beings were capable of purring, Lio would purr into that kiss. As it is, he makes a thoroughly pleased noise to Galo's lips as he kisses back.

But he's greedy, and his lips part, tongue teasing along Galo's lips, a quick, plaintive request for more. His hand slips from Galo's hair to cup the side of his face, thumb tracing a gentle line over his cheekbone.