[He would push up into his hand, but there is a certain weight on his legs that might be causing complications. He will arch though, threading one hand into his hair and speaking by his ear.]

And how else would you like to be complimented? Your eyes. Your voice. Your kisses.

[He doesn't wait for an answer though and he brings their lips together, tongue slipping between teeth.

Almost unclothed --- he's still being fussy about the shirt. Though why he bothers is a mystery. Pushing it up barely in inch will reveal the base of the scar.

And with his free hand he'll return the favor, running two fingers down his cock from tip to base.]