Rowen chuckled from the back of his throat and stepped closer, and closer to Jon. "I was thinking something... Hmm... similar to last night." He smiled thinly and let his tongue pass through his lips. Rowen gently traced Jon's cheekbone then his stubbly jaw. Rowen's fingers paused at the other man's jaw and tilted his face up to meet his own as Rowen leaned in for a kiss. His lips pressed against Jon's in a teasingly gentle kiss. While Rowen couldn't deny establishing his dominance over Jon the night before was thrilling and sensational on all accounts, he preferred something more gentle. Even when the raven haired man pressed Jon right up against the cold stone wall, it was a surprisingly tender movement.