For a second they're nearly pressed chest to chest--at least, inasmuch as they can be, with their size differences--and Barcus thinks his heart is trying to hammer its way out of him in an effort to join Ashton's. It aches in a way that's just as pleasant as it is distressing.

He gives a breathless groan when they pull back, gaze drifting to their lips as if checking he didn't actually draw blood. Apparently it's fine, though, because all he gets is a playful threat that makes him shiver. Little shit, Ashton says, and instead of feeling insulted it just makes Barcus feel absolutely pleased with himself.

"I don't know," he manages to say before ducking his head to start nibbling along their jaw line. A little gentler than the last bite, at least to start with, but that may not last long. "I feel..." a ragged breath, "compromised. Can't think right now."