[ Well, that just lets Richard run his hands along exposed skin, comb his fingers, gently, with the rhythm of the kiss, through Alec's hair. Slow, and close, and letting lips and tongues fight their own fight. ]

[ He can feel his breeches starting to chafe, just a little, as he becomes more sensitive... and that only makes him deepen the kiss. His thumb brushes the edge of an ear, then slides further down, again. ]