Cole would have replied had Eric not kissed him and distracted him quite effectively, body arching under the touch of Eric's hand on his back. It was electric and dynamic, all the things it needed to be and more. He'd long stopped thinking about the right and wrong of this situation and just feeling the moment, letting it take them wherever it led.
However eventually Cole was able to draw back enough to murmur, "Fucking gorgeous." And hopefully Eric would associate that with the sentence that had been left hanging in the heated air between them. His hand closed around the back of Eric's neck and the muscles in his arm flexed as that grip tightened and pulled the other man deeper into the kiss that looked set to swallow them both.
His hands explored the width of Eric's back, touching and savouring, wandering and reaching. It didn't take long for the tips of his fingers to skirt along the waistband of Eric's jeans, lengths curling around the fastenings of the other man's belt. There needed to be more skin, as son as possible.