After the meal they'd shared and now this, it wasn't difficult to coax him hard. He wanted to move but that was stopped by the hand pressing his hip to the tree. It wasn't a firm hold, maybe, but it was a message of sorts. He'd try to relax into this and enjoy it. He wasn't good at holding still when it came to this. Anything else and he'd be like a statue if he needed to be. When it came to any kind of sex, he just couldn't. The energy was different.
For now, he'd watch Kit, make his encouraging noises and enjoy it. Encouraging noises weren't a problem when the older man could move his tongue like that. He groaned, at a particularly hard movement, chewing on the inside corner of his mouth.