The permission is all he needed - he groans at the kisses, the graze of fangs, and it all urges him on.

His long, callused fingers slide further, under Georg's waistband, wrapping around the length of him in a firm, decisive grip.

This will be easier with his pants off, but - he figures he can encourage the other man to want to take them off before too long. He pumps his hand a little, slow strokes. Teasing.