He groaned into the kiss - bit into it- hand back in Lane's hair, gripping hard, pushing into the light touch and then relaxing again, almost wincing at the aggressive. "Good. Now what's stage three?" His voice was a full half-octave lower than it had been, edges rough and raw, cock hard against Lane's, holding him there, all heat and strength. While he spoke, though, his hand in Lane's hair relaxed and just combed through.