[Zelos enjoys those touches to his hair, pressing into them as he can without tipping over the bike. Suddenly, that touch is gone, and in its stead there's a mass of warmth before him. Zelos releases a small, relieved sigh. It's... definitely a familiar sensation, having Malba on the seat in front of him. He can handle this from here.
The redhead leans forward, pressing his body firmly into Malba's. He then secures his arms around his waist. Finally, his knees bend, and his feet prop themselves upon the rest.] Locked in tight, hunny. I'm ready when you are.