[ He's doing it all with her in mind, mostly, but there's a part of him that can't disguise his own reactions to it, of how it feels to kiss her, again, but also for what feels like the first time too in how she acknowledges it, responds to it in her own way, tilts her head to let it naturally deepen and then slides her arms around him too — and he thinks he could just stand here like this kissing her for hours if that option presented itself, dedicate his time to relearning the fit of her mouth against his own and all the ways he could make her sigh.

But if they're here for something else, for more, he wants to make sure she gets that too, and even now he's breaking away from the kiss after a moment to gently let his lips trail down the curve of her jaw and against her neck, small brushes there as he voices a soft sigh across her skin. She's so soft there, places where he almost would have expected roughness, but her natural scent is stronger too and he can't completely subdue his own enjoyment of being the one who gets to touch her. ]

Just tell me — if there's anything you don't like, okay? [ He says it quietly, close enough for his lips to brush against her throat before he nuzzles there, over her pulse point, still holding her close. ] And I'll stop. Or go, whenever you're ready. For, you know, more.