Barcus presses against him, not quite grinding his hips but definitely making sure they can each feel the warmth of the other's body through the clothing they still have on. When they meet in that kiss, he can feel the smile on Bel's lips, lingering from the moment before. There's a flutter of butterflies in his stomach, as if that joy was being passed back and forth between them in the kiss they share.

The gnome lets his hands wander, running through Bel's hair for a little, then moving to trace over his shoulders, his collar, the edge of his clothes. It's half petting, half strategically searching for buttons or other fastenings. A rogue, Barcus is not, but he's dexterous enough to undo Bel's shirtlaces and slip his hand beneath fabric to stroke down the center of his chest.

When the drow's hands find his ass, which is small to match the rest of him and yet a surprisingly cushy handful to touch, Barcus makes a low gasp, then a giggle and a faint moan. He breaks the kiss then to pay attention to Bel's throat, placing open-mouthed kisses down the front. "I hate the thought that I'll have to leave your lap for us to get undressed..."