He smiles faintly, tipping his head up to partake of the kiss. His fingers thread through Hythlodaeus' hair, teasing through the braid he oft helps tie for the other man in the mornings.

"All mine," he murmurs against his lover's mouth. His teeth catch and nip his friend's lower lip. In spite of his promises, he cannot help but nudge his hips upwards ever so slightly. Just for a hint of the friction which Hythlodaeus continues to deny him. "Touch me... Please, 'Daeus. Or tell me what more I must do to earn the privilege."