[Will a kiss make him feel better. He almost laughs even though it'd be at his own expense; does smile, a crooked self-deprecating thing even as he can't stop staring at her mouth. So soft.]

I . . . yeah. Always.

[There are more words in there, somewhere. He wants to draw them out into the open. But impulse and need take him over briefly, the offer too good to pass up. It's not as though he's wanting for opportunities to kiss her, she's always eager, but this feels special, a sweet counterbalance to all the teasing.]

[When he kisses her, it's with a soft, almost pained noise, the Oath-beat of want getting louder the moment their lips touch. He's bigger than her, but he kisses her so softly, opening himself up to her in a way he'd have a hard time describing in words. The way he lingers on her bottom lip, nibbles gently rather than biting or pulling, licks his way into her mouth but not too far before drawing back and inviting her in with a tip of his head—]

[He's full of such wistful need for her to pull him apart. He doesn't know why. He just wants so badly to be in her hands.]

. . . I don't feel bad, though. [Mumbled against her mouth as he takes in a ragged breath.] I like it when you do that — mess me up like that. Feels good.

[He thinks maybe he needs it. Something to think about later, when he isn't thinking about how bad he wants her to touch him.]