The kiss is soft, surprisingly romantic coming from Barnaby, and Kotetsu allows himself a slight inhale between the slide of their lips. His heart feels tight in his chest, and he can feel a tremor passing through his lips as he trails off and to the side, listening to Barnaby's tease and letting his voice be felt against the shell of Kotetsu's ear. His fingers close around the offered bottle as his mouth trails further down Barnaby's body, long and lean, skin firm to the touch.

"You underestimate how motivated I can be when faced with a beautiful body," he murmurs, skimming over Barnaby's skin, long fingers spreading in contrast with the pale complexion. "Seeing you like this makes me jealous, you know. Jealous and greedy." His hand reaches out, gripping one of the extra pillows and dragging it down, batting the side of his hand against Barnaby's hip.

"Lift your hips. This will help us... get into position," he says, chuckling as he presses his nose against coarse hair, breathing in deeply. The scent of Barnaby is stronger here, sending heat pooling between Kotetsu's legs and a pleasure twisting in his abdomen as he skims curious lips up the side of Barnaby's shaft. "It's not a race, though. The more you relax, the easier it'll be. To receive me."

With a soft huff of laughter, Kotetsu brushes the pad of his thumb over the head of Barnaby's cock, smoothing slick over flushed skin before replacing the touch with his lips. Humming quietly at the taste, Kotetsu starts to sink down over Barnaby's length, tongue sweeping along the underside.