Gar's breath hitches at the nip, squirming some beneath Tommy before he could stop himself. His nails trail back down the other's back.

"I've thought about this... about how your skin would feel...taste... about how it would feel to kiss you until I can't breathe," he speaks very softly as if his words were worse than their current position.

"I..." instead of using words he rolls his hips up, letting them roll up against Tommys for a brief moment of pressure. "I promise I don't just ...that's not why I like you but when you like someone ...your mind just kind of..." He lifts a shoulder and shrugs and maybe he's rambling but suddenly he's very nervous.