Michael likes that, a lot of small kisses at once. He likes their embrace, their weight on top of him. His hands run up Wolfgang's sides and then around to their back again, feeling out their ribs and shoulder blades. He's imagined kissing their back before. Kissing their spine. Hips too, and knees, and chest, right on the sternum.
He's imagined a lot of things while showering early in the morning before Wolfgang wakes up.
Those thoughts replay as they touch him, making him jittery, working him up. His mouth goes to their neck again, their throat. He wants to tip them back, kiss all the way down to their stomach. He should say something. He should tell them, clearly, all these things he wants, but he doesn't know how and he doesn't know why he wants these things right now when he was just so scared, when he's so exhausted from shock. Maybe it's that thing people always talk about, getting horny right after you've been in danger or seen someone die or whatever.
“Mmm.” That's all he can say. He tries to make it mean as much as possible.