[There is a satisfied hum at the way Aidan's hips buck into his fingers. That wandering hand feels great, traipsing it's way down his body to lay on his thigh, spreading a chill up his leg to spear into his abdomen. He gives the smallest little moan into his mouth before breaking the kiss.
He grins softly working Aidan hard through his jeans to get him good and firm. He's taking it slow, drawing it out with teasing while simultaneously easing his lover into doing things in public. So far it seems to work well in his favor and he knows how much the other boy enjoys being denied full contact for as long as he can stand.
He leans in to nibble at his throat, kissing under his jaw and along his pulse. He turns and presses himself against his body as best as he can from his seat, then he bites down on a good patch of skin near the junction of his neck and shoulder. He sucks hard, raising a hickey as he squeezes the trapped patch of skin between his teeth.]