"On your back, yes," he murmurs, even as his eyes follow her, unable to look away. He can't separate for long either-- nudging her back towards the bed, staying close to her.

Perhaps the chocolate had been a bad idea, but-- it doesn't feel like it at the moment while he's burning up with need, when he feels those eager hands over him, and he's just as eager to have his on hers.

He does pause to do away with his shirt, to open take off his belt and unbutton his trousers at least.