Aren was tingly with glee, his breath coming is short gasps as he studied the elf with worry. He hated how hard he was on himself and for a moment he wondered if he was regretting what he'd done. He held his breath as their eyes met, the human searching them desperately for answers for his unspoken questions as he held him close. He stroked his thumb along his shoulder blade, as much to calm himself as to silently reassure him that he'd wanted what had happened in case he was having regrets.
"Oca," he murmured gently, though thankfully that conversation was not needed as they were together again just as quickly as before. He didn't hesitate to pull him close, his hands grappling to hold him even as the elf pressed against him willingly. Aren wanted more, so much more, but he was hesitant around the man he'd known to be so skittish in the past.
A hand toyed with the hem of Ocarern's shirt, dangerously flirting with the desire to touch his hand to bare flesh. Instead he kept it there idly, leaving the decision to the elf to instead focus his attention on kissing him as properly as he knew. Lips and cheeks grew red with his efforts as he swiped the tip of his tongue along his lips greedily. When he needed breath he moved easily enough to feather kisses across his cheek and jaw, even planting a few at his throat as he whispered nearly silent apologies between them. "I've missed you so much," he groaned, nuzzling gently against soft flesh, feeling entirely unworthy of his affections.