He folds his arms around Kyle's neck, hugging him closer when his throat is kissed and suddenly he can't think of a wise-assed way of explaining the accuracy of his snobby remarks. The way he hyuks a dopey laugh is as good as an admission of guilt.

"I do not!" he pouts. But his protests dissolve as he wraps himself around Kyle when the man rolls his hips against him. "Mmh... I've never really though about my lips. Most people mention my nose. But I like that you like them. I like the way you too at me. I like your hazelly eyes, and your curly hair, and your stellar cheek bones and your Roman nose and the fucking way you look at me when you know you're right."