His own hand covers the one that presses against his chest, offering encouragement to touch. The little moan is so damned cute though it just about melts him. He smiles into the kiss and lets his hands roam a bit more, slipping under the hem of Ashe's shirt and pushing it up, feeling out his chest, letting his fingers brush over the soft peaks of his nipples underneath.

He keeps his touches light but still assured. Calm, guiding the whole tone of everything.

He breaks the kiss only so that he can trail more kisses down his jaw and neck, nipping playfully.