Chris had spent years watching this man, just looking. Craving touch but unable to get it. For touching Toby was one thing Chris needed permission for, deep down. He needed the man to want him to touch him, to allow it. The fighting, the resistance, it always lead up to a surrender, and that was part of what Chris find exciting about it. Toby finally letting him touch. He knew the man wanted it now, he knew that because Toby loved him, he could touch. But it was hard to show how much he wanted to enjoy the prize to all his efforts, to be able to show how much he needed to touch Toby.
So, yes, he would take advantage right now to run his fingers through the man's hair, across his temple and down his cheek, hand taking hold of Toby's chin lightly as Chris leaned in for a kiss.