A small whine comes from him as he takes in another kiss. He's not perfect. He could never be perfect. His flaw of loving people made him imperfect. He didn't know how to feel about that so he shoves that in the back of his mind, focusing on warm soft lips and the body pressed up against him.

A tilt of his head makes the angle better and there's a quiet groan from him, the tension and frustration of the past few weeks' stress finally hitting him full force.