He had to smile at the returned sentiment. Enough that he kissed him again, hands sliding over his stomach and up to cup Jim's neck softly as he took his time to give him a lingering kiss. A brow rose as a flicker of playfulness echoed in his eyes. "It'll have to do. So sue me, I really like the feeling of your skin on mine. Got a complaint, gorgeous?"

Leaning back, he pulled his hands away so he could catch the hem of his own shirt and pull it off in one sweep of his arms. Tossing it on the floor along with Jim's, he knew he'd pick it up first thing in the morning. For now, it was just in the way. Leaning in, he almost kissed him, but instead he pulled the bed covers out from under the blonde and managed to get them both under them before dragging the other man into his arms. "In all honesty, I like you better without a stitch on. But I'll behave now."