[ And truthfully, Wolfram is relieved. He was afraid Axel would want to quit midway out of embarrassment or nervousness but when the other moans under his touch his own fears begin to dissolve entirely. Then comes the nibbling on his neck, which is rather welcome as Axel may notice from the way little shudders cross his skin and the way he tilts his head to the side to give him more room to work with.
To return the gesture, his fingers continue gliding over skiing, traveling lower and lower, gently fondling every muscle he encounters, increasingly driven with the need to to give the other even more of those tingly sensations. Soon, however, his hands stop momentarily and tense up as a faint jolt of pleasure travels through his body, most likely a result of the combined actions of the friction between their legs and the kissing on his neck, and along with the shivers comes a little moan.
Is it just him or is the room starting to get rather warm? His body is starting to feel heavy and hot under the multiple layers of his clothes, so he interrupts what he is doing to bring a hand up to remove the white bow that decorates his neck while his other hand struggles to undo some of the top button of his jacket. ]