[Brushes his fingers through his hair some more, shifting to cup the back of his head and draw him down, sitting up a bit to meet him, kissing him gently, his touch soft and lingering]
[And even when he pulls away, he stays close, brushing his nose against his a little]
I'm so far from disappointed, it can't even be a thought. [...] If you were to decide to start acting like a smug bastard, you'd have every reason to.