[It really is difficult to keep himself in check right now- he moans into the kiss and moves a hand between them to undo their pants, focusing on shifting out of the way to tug Ethan's jeans off one leg at least before he presses back in like he would drown without the contact. He's still trapped behind the fabric of his own underwear though, and huffs in mild irritation as he has to push those out of the way too. Clothes are annoying.

He starts to kiss at Ethan's neck the way he knows he likes it, sucking dark bruises against the pale skin as if claiming him as his own. His hips rock against him feverishly as he does so, and he groans at the sensation. Hand curling possessively in Ethan's hair, he breathes out a shaky breath against his ear.]

Shit. Ethan...