The kisses and scrape of teeth were going right to him too. He'd had no one since Erron in that cabin, no one but his own hand and imagination, so, yea, he wasn't much better but the human reeked of want.

"I can smell your arousal from here, don't be givin' me that." he reprimanded, setting the jar down safely and returning to the porch and giving Erron's hair another caress through before swinging a leg over and sitting in the other man's lap, pressing close and giving his jaw a kiss.

"Lord how I missed you" he breathed. Erron smelled of the road and of dust and probably could use a bath and some decent food and sleep, but he was perfect to him.