The thought of getting a little rough is enough to excite and drive him forward, inspiring him to nip and tug like he's truly hungry. In a way he is, but it's a hunger for affection and attention. For that he's starved, especially coming from her. Every touch she gives him he commits to memory, cherishing the sensation. It's only when he finds her dragging his hand up to settle his palm against her breast that he's stopped dead in his tracks.

The expression he gives her is priceless, one of awe as he stares at his hand for a moment, only for his gaze to shift to her face. His cheeks are flushed pink, warmed as coolant rushes to try and balance his internal temperature. He's...touching her. Through clothing, sure, but that doesn't diminish the weight of the action. Suddenly his other hand finds her cheek as he thumbs it, smoothing soft skin. His gloves are annoying him and so he breaks the newly made contact, only to pull off his glove with his teeth before replacing his hand. Skin on skin contact gives him a rush like no other.

"You're beautiful."

He can't help himself.