He swallows the telltale lump in his throat audibly, and moves his lips to reply in kind, but no words actually come out.

Bringing himself to actually handle it is so much harder than focusing on the throb of arousal telling him that his bag isn't close enough to get supplies and eventually he's going to have to pull away for just a second to take care of that. Eventually's getting a hell of a lot closer as he starts to dig himself even harder against his lover's thigh.