[he's fully smiling into the kiss and not bothering to hide it, of course. between the pressure on his neck and the smoke from Booker's breathing he's finding it more and more difficult to get the amount of oxygen his body is currently demanding, but that in itself only makes him chuckle again... wasting even more of his breath.

he keeps his lips parted for Booker, letting him push into his mouth as much as he wants and clumsily reciprocating... sometimes with his tongue, and other times with teeth that aren't being careful not to draw blood.]