"You probably should be," he agrees, "but I'm glad you're not," he turns in his arms as soon as he's tugged that direction, "It's also probably not fair, when I remember and you don't but..."

He doesn't bother to finish the thought, just finishes the turn and sinks down into the kiss, immediately voicing a low, satisfied noise. His hands come up to tangle in Azwel's hair,

"I should be more cautious," he says, between one kiss and the next, "more delicate with this." It's a self-admonishment he does nothing to actually follow up on, crawling up on the bed. He'll need Azwel's cooperation to not immediately tumble backwards to the floor, but if he gets it, he's getting one knee on each side of Azwel's hips on the bed. He'll keep himself from sinking down into his lap for only as long as it takes Azwel to even slightly attempt to pull him there.