A soft groan warbles from him and he leans into the touch, pulling Kexing's hips closer in the process. He grinds slowly against him, seeking out Kexing's mouth for another hungry kiss. He opens wide, wanting to add his tongue to it and working his arms out of his sleeves in the process. While he's not harsh, there's a firm assertiveness to him.

He refuses to think at this moment, either. He just wants to feel.

But part of that feeling is to get them to a more stable area. Which meant peeling themselves off the wall and getting to the bed.