[He tries to rock his hips, enjoying the cool feel of them against his feverish skin. It felt so damn good. The pace was steady, but his body was burning for more with each roll of his hips.

His hands shake as he tries to undo the other's shirt and get his hands on the skin underneath, the hot tongue on his scars doing a pretty good job at distracting him.]

Ah, well, I won't know until I try. I feel like I could say the same thing to you, but that didn't stop you before. [Once he manages to undo the buttons on Kleken's shirt, he's immediately running fingers over the smooth skin of the other's stomach.]

You can tell me to stop if it bothers you so.