Thats very easily fixed. [Abel enjoyd the feeling of that hand sliding down his side, his skin warm having only taken his shirt off a few minutes ago and Bryans hands are warm. His own hand lifts, sneaking under his shirt and playing with the fabric.

Part of him wants to lean forward, take that finger into his mouth but he waits instead, as the other man leans ever so forward and he laughs, soft and light.]

I've never been asked before...thats sweet of you.

[Because he thinks it is, and if Bryan was waiting for an answer, that was it, Abel leaning forward with all the confidence he'd been given having the other drink him all in with his eyes and presses his lips to his. His fingers fist his shirt and leans back just a little, guiding him along with him into a comfortable lean.]