Val does so enjoy being at the centre of someone’s attention for a little while, and so for that little while he just— basks in this, Kazu’s hands and lips on his skin. The pressure at his pulse point reminds him that they can mark each other now, and he files that away to be used later. There’s a low hum in his throat, his head’s angled back so Kazu has all the room on his throat he could want, and he lets one hand stray back to Kazu’s hair.

But no, it isn’t lost on him, either, how close they are to touching things Kazu has yet to try. The Hub had been so convenient that way, making that first time more familiar for him. He can’t do that again, but really, they would have reached this line one day even if things had been better, back home. It’s less the lack of shifting, more just—the new experience as a whole.

“Tell me— tell me when you want a little guidance, love.” Soft and utterly non-judgemental. He couldn’t care less that Kazu’s inexperienced with his body as it is now, because they both want this and can work it out.