he didn't shy away from her hand as she brushed his hair back. He did, sometimes, when the few people in his life who got close enough to do that did so. Especially when caught off guard, a phantom movement from his childhood that still stuck around at times. Her fingers were warm, though, and he truly enjoyed the feeling of them in his hair.
Her movements drug a deep groan from him, a sound that vibrated against her skin as she ground against him. One hand dropped to the small of her back, pressing her down just a little more even as his hips rocked up to meet hers. He sucked a little harder, then tugged a bit with his teeth, light and experimental though his mind was caught up almost entirely in sensation.
He hadn't had much luxury, as a teen, to snog on couches or get carried away. On the whole, the people whom he'd liked hadn't reciprocated, or it had been an awkward thing. This didn't feel awkward. Granted, they weren't talking about it and talking was definitely not the first thing on his mind at the moment.
He did pause for a moment, but only to help her get off the shirt he'd worn under his sweater, wanting skin against skin more than he was wary of her seeing him quite well.