The gnome makes quiet, breathless noises as he strokes his way upward, doing his best not to squirm against him. He drops his head a little to tuck his forehead into the crook of Bel's neck and shoulder, and his breath is hot against his skin there.

He laughs softly at the response, nodding. The right lover, and he's apparently found two. Bel's easy, confident finesse is a contrast to Ashton's gruff passion, but it feels equally amazing. "If only I'd met you sooner," he murmurs against his skin, voice low and raspy with desire. "I hope we can make up for lost time now..."

And then he makes a shaky little noise, almost a sob of pleasure as Bel's fingers find a sensitive region. "Oh gods...just like that, please don't stop..."