When Cole... positioned himself on Eric's lap, the musician let out a sound, muffled by the all consuming kiss, but it was audible enough as his tongue touched the edge of Cole's. The sound become even more inappropriate as there with fingers in his hair, the tugging setting his whole nervous system alight, ripples of pleasure and sensation through his whole being from the part of his hair where he was being touched. He arched upwards, his hands sliding reluctantly away from the tattoos and dragging along the skin of Cole's lower back, following the curve of his spine up along his back, calloused fingertips and nails dragging along the skin, feeling the notches of Cole's spine underneath his touch.
This was a bad idea, but for the apparently eternal life of him, Eric couldn't remember why. He broke the kiss only to catch Cole's lower lip between his teeth, tugging on it gently and leaning back against the wall, drawing Cole with him, letting one hand lift to rest at the base of Cole's neck, fingers sliding up into his hair and restlessly moving over the curl of Cole's neck and jaw, like he wanted to touch everything he could all at once and couldn't make up his mind as to what exactly it was he wanted to do first.