Bitterroot Valley may we stay lost on our way home

The shift in demeanor was dizzying, and Alarian's ears flushed with heat at the compliment. Oh, um, thank you... He mumbled, tail swishing nervously now. This hadn't actually been part of the plan— but he wasn't about to stop it. It had been awhile since anyone looked at him that way.
Outlander's next words sent a small thrill through him, tiny bolts of lightning down his spine. There was no mistaking what was going on here, now— uh, he hoped. He dared a few steps closer, heart fluttering a bit. Delicately, he reached to touch his nose to the male's cheek if allowed. Alarian wanted this to last— truth be told, he wanted to be touched affectionately more than he wanted the, um, other part. He did want that too, though.
Why don't we find somewhere a little more private, then? He suggested softly, still a little shy. Assuming the touch had been allowed, he trailed his nose along Outlander's jaw and dared a single brief kiss under his chin before pulling away slightly, waiting for the answer.