Returning the kiss eagerly, this time he couldn't help the soft, pleading, whine. More so at Jim reciting things. It could have been poetry as far as he cared, thoughts fuzzy and bright at the other settled against him.
Reaching to trail fingers gently against the older's jaw, gaze soft as his words caught in his throat as he murmured one of the easier lines that he only vaguely remembered. Leaning in to nuzzle against the older's jaw gently. "And what about you, Professor, whats your favorite metaphor?" He teased, just as breathless against his skin