[He slides his tongue over Paris', taking in the information he gets from it. He rocks his hips down against him, and lets out a huff of breath into the kiss. He has to let go of one of Paris' wrists in order to do it, but he reaches down to undo his own pants and tug them down so they can press against each other properly, a quiet moan escaping him the next time he grinds down.]

What else do you like?

[He breaks the kiss to ask it, somewhat breathless against Paris' ear.]