Sliding his hand slowly along Jim's bicep as his arms curled around his neck. A brow rose lightly as the smile warmed even the look in his eyes. "You're usually right... but I likely shouldn't get carried away." Leaning in, he kissed him again sweetly, daring to nip at his lower lip.

His other hand slipped down the line of Jim's spine to rest against his lower back and pull him closer. He might've been content to just stay pressed close like this, but then that trail of kisses caused his breath to hitch. Jim truly was makin' a fine mess of him. Then those words made something melt deep in his chest. His exhale shivered out of him as he pulled the man closer.

Somewhere over the years he realized that Jim was one of a very select few that could get him to smile. Other people got smiles tacked on to sarcasm and dry normally insulting humor. And where Jim got those too, the real ones that were so damn rare were reserved for Jim and his daughter. Moving his hand from Jim's arm to cup his face, he just smiled, a flare of red spilling over his skin. "Only for you, you know that? As long as you don't mind sharin' with my little girl."