You do it because the opportunity presents itself.
He’s taking off his shirt and you stop him when the shirt is past his lips, eyes blind behind the fabric.
Strangely for you, he’s not complaining. He’s smirking and panting and making all this delicious sounds and ''Kiss me, you moron.''
So you kiss him again, in the corner of the mouth, he moves his lips trying to kiss you back. You do this a couple of times more. He’s cursing in greek and italian, bucking his hips.
He looks amazing and you can't take it anymore.
You kiss him fully, hot and dirty.
He moans and groans and kisses you back, just the same.