[ He responds immediately to the touch on hips lips; eyes immediately center and focus. The little shaking breath that escapes, telling.

He is suddenly very aware of his own body and how constricted everything feels.

A tender kiss, there; it keeps him grounded, engaged, and less like his clothes are literally the only thing stopping him from floating away. ]

...I've already had you.

[ Said perhaps more blunt than a man with more experience and charisma would manage. He readjusts in his head. ]

I think the question is more how you want me.

[ He swallows, and some of the pretense drops away for half a second, he looks sheepish. ]

...And please say 'off the floor,' at least, because this is very uncomfortable.