[Perhaps it's for the better that he's in those many layers as he can not show how eager he currently is with just this bit of contact. With his fingers against skin and making certain he can map every little scar he comes across, out of both habit and the want of knowing every bit of him that he can.

A soft laugh is all he manages to get out at the mumble before he's silenced again, gently pulling him closer against him to maybe take away a bit of the cold where he can. A shiver runs through him at the simple fingers in his hair, eagerly returning the passion in the kiss. He might be quieter than Tsukikage, but the honest bark of a laugh as he pulls back and voice sounding far too amused at the moans and his words. It's all in good fun.]

I think one of us is a little overdressed for the occasion don't you think? Not that I'm complaining about you on my lap in the slightest. [Even now, this man does not know how to shut his mouth.]