[Helix breaks the kiss as his lungs burn, mostly from the fact he's been out of breath for a while. His blood is still hot and thick in his veins and that hard-on is reminding him it's there in a painful, pinching sort of way. He gives a soft whine as he lays his head in the crook of Aidan's neck, debating how he wants to end his own suffering.
Should he beg? Should he go and handle things in the mens room? He wonders what the other might be willing to do in the theater now that they've broken the ice a little. It's hard to think straight at the moment though. Each exhale comes out in a sweltering rasp over the red-heads collar as he waits.]