It's already hot enough, he's already wanting enough, and the help might just drive him mad. Which he supposes is exactly the point. His breath is heavy against Luke's throat, lips pressed there in a sort of open-mouthed kiss as he rocks his hips. It doesn't really move him, it just creates some nice friction that makes him gasp, then he finds a spot near Luke's shoulder to suck on.

Then he finally starts moving properly, with slow but firm thrusts, slowly reminding himself - his body - how they fit together. How to angle his hips, where Luke likes his mouth and his hands. It doesn't take too long, despite all the time that's passed.