[ Brace yourself, here comes the teeth-rotting corny comment: ] Whether we do things like this or other stuff, I always have fun when you're around.
[ He smiles at him, not lewdly nor playfully, for it actually is a genuine happy smile. After that, with his fingers he traces little messy patterns across the leather that covers his legs, not limiting himself to touch what e can reach but also sliding his palms throughout the leathery texture until his hands find the curve of his behind. And with his lips he leaves a couple of little kisses here and there on the inner part of his legs.
He has no trouble doing these kind of thing for you, he actually can't stop himself from doing these sort of things with you, because you always make him happy— is what he is trying to say. ]