Barcus nuzzles into him gently, foreheads still pressed together. His eyes are closed, but that doesn't mean he's not very present in the moment, every inch of his skin aware of who's touching him, who's in his arms. And the sound of the drow's voice only makes him more keenly attuned to him. He makes a faint, whining hum when he asks like that? and nods slightly.

Truthfully, touching him just about anywhere is welcome at this point. The gnome is blushing now, face heating up against Bel's, but he parts his legs a little, encouraging his exploration, as well as half wrapping one of his legs around him, inasmuch as he can.

"It's...strange," he murmurs, "how, before coming to Caldera, I never liked feeling small with a lover. Now I can't get enough of it. I just want to feel..."

Safe? Held? Controlled? Protected? A little of all the above, maybe.