Aster made a squeaky little noise and made some inroads into deepening that kiss before he finally had to break away, resting his cheek against Timothy's while he caught his breath, pulling in Timothy's gentle scent while he did. "Mmh," he said-but-did-not-say, because it really wasn't a word so much as an affirmation that it was everything he'd hoped it would be, and then some. His fingers petted down the back of Timothy's head to his neck, curled there around the smooth skin and stayed, thumb brushing Timmy's jaw just behind his ear. "You're lovely," he whispered.