The trail of hair down the center of his chest that disappeared underneath his pants was definitely evident again, and he'd sat up, propping himself on his elbows. His eyes followed her descent from his stomach to his waist and further, one hand pulling his shirt up out of the way for her. "Oh god..." he moaned when she licked him, his hands fisting into the sleeping bag beneath him. The race of blood wasn't helping his headache dull, but he could ignore that for now. He concentrated on the way her mouth felt.