Ereuvir gathers up all of that gorgeous red hair and sweeps it to one side, neatly, making a pretty picture of the line of Ashley's back, hand curling back into the hair near the nape of his neck. He still doesn't force his head anywhere, doesn't even really hold him still, but the grip is firmer now, more present. He still shows no sign of wanting to insert himself further into this, but neither does he intend to let Ashley forget that he is there and who he is, either.

There's a pleased shift of his weight when Ashley winds his arms a bit more around him, and he can't help but smile slightly about it. He leans up again but this time it's just to reach out and tuck a strand of hair behind Arkady's ear.

"You're both lovely," the tone is maybe less sexual than it ought to be considering what they're doing, warm and sweet instead, pleased.