He sighs, his eyes sliding closed, and kisses him back just as passionately, his fingers slipping into his curls to nest there. Eventually, unfortunately, he has to pull away to catch his breath, however, but he doesn't stray far, not too keen on leaving as much as they probably should, if only because it means he'll lose the heat of his body against him.

"We should go," he murmurs, though the words are more an effort to drum up the motivation to actually do so than anything else.