[His smile softens a little, and he brushes his thumb over the scar, keeping his hand pressed above his heart even as he rocks his hips to meet him, his breath short for a moment]
Not so surprising. You have that influence on people, after all. [Brushes his hair back with his free hand and leans in, kissing him again, slow and lingering, sweeping his free hand down over along his jaw and neck and down his chest and stomach, touching him slowly and everywhere he can reach, knowing he needs it]