The shift from sitting beside him to crawling half into Claude's lap is slow and subtle enough that he doesn't truly realize where he is until the other man draws back and suddenly he's able to breathe again. And think, though that takes a fair bit longer. He's flushed all the way down to the tops of his shoulders and more than a little dazed. The rush that accompanies those kisses, the heat of Claude's hands on his hips, the press of him and the curl of his hair around his fingers.

There's just so much and it's all so new that he has no idea what he's feeling exactly. Too hot and light headed, though beyond that everything's a bit too delightfully hazy. At least until Claude speaks, laughter warm against his lips as he presses in against the archer, too close to really comprehend the mischief in his expression.

"Enjoying you." A surprisingly steady counter as Lorenz leans over him, kissing him once more, all that intensity brought to bear in one more kiss. Then, abruptly, he pulls back, eyes widening as though he's only just realized Claude was teasing him. Violet eyes go wide as he looks down at himself, perched on his knees over Claude's lap, on hand fisted in his shirt, the other in his hair. Claude's hands on his bare skin and he looks back to meet green eyes with a sudden uncertainty, now that his brain is gradually coming back online. "O-oh... I didn't- Oh."