A bit of adjustment and Rung was settled on his thighs as much as his lap itself, and he was using the tweaked position to help Rung up. Anything to have him continue. He let out a quiet, low noise of approval, a hand drifting from Rung's hip to his front and splaying the finger.

Not a gesture to stop. Definitely not a gesture to stop. The kiss broke and he pushed his helm back to renew it only to be treated to an adjustment of /that/. But by the way his optics flickered and his vents stuttered, it was far from unwelcome, and he stroked a digit down the center of Rung's chest with another - somewhat more repressed due to how he could /tell/ it was going to be higher-pitched - sound.