"Il tuo," he groans, not even thinking about what he's saying. Just feeling it, not hesitating in the least as he ducks down out of his shirt. Only breaking away long enough for that before he's pressing in close once more. Needing to just feel Felix against him once more. As if it had been more than moments they had been apart.

His hands are moving to push back Felix's shirt, hands roaming over his chest when its gone. Leaning in, his mouth brushing against his shoulder, along the crook of his neck, licking and nibbling along the beautiful expanse of skin.

Clinging to Felix's hand, the other hand brushing along his waist, just needing to touch him as he follows after the Italian witch, arching eagerly into that kiss in a moment.