The incubus moaned as well as Damien sucked on his tongue, and when he was kissed again, he matched the passion and enthusiasm with his own. At the feel of the smooth skin touching his own, his purrs grew, and he decided to return the gesture. However, that shirt had to go and thus, Ty set about trying to remove it so he could have better access to his chest while attempting to shift them both closer to the table. As for his own shirt, with a mere wave of his hand, the black fishnet disappeared. Simple magic to him, but oh-so useful in situations like these.