[His hands wound their way around Aidan's ribcage again, humming into that kiss. The club seems to fall away and it's easy for him to get lost in it, not really minding how hot it's getting. He's a little disappointed when the other eases back, about to pout again when those words reach him. He smiles and tilts his head, feeling all warm and fuzzy (and warm and drunk) holding him tight and nuzzling into his hair.]