[Somewhere his Hoody was left on the floor in the wake of their make-out, along with his shoes and socks, leaving a trail behind them leading to the bathroom. There's a good deal of relief when he's set on the edge of the sink and Aidan's hands are all over him, tugging and pulling his shirt off, or unzipping his pants. He's doing the same, mirroring the movements while fighting to keep their lips locked in a heated tongue battle. He's all hot breaths and soft impatient huffs, dappled in between are delicious little hums of approval.]