Slow, light touches utterly undo him and hypnosis is not a bad term for what it does. He can feel so much, the lightest stroke of Bruce's bioelectric field against his skin, the grooves of his fingerprints, the barest edge of Bruce's nail on occasion. He's making up letters and words from the random tracing and it all seems to make sense to him in this wonderful half-state.

He can't help but lean in for another few kisses. He's so hungry for them. It's one of the few things he needs. And he chases it accordingly.