Strages ears were erect as he waited in silence, and such a long time of silence it was. His heart racing within his chest. He guessed that Aaron would feel it directly with his own heart acting the same, unless he was still shutting things off. If it worked like that. It wasn't even the words that came first, but he knew the answer long before it was spoken, when given the onslaught kisses. His tails, retaining his animal-like habit, beat rapidly back and forth in his excitement and utterly overwhelming glee. What, did he actually expect Aaron to say no? No, he didn't, but that didn't mean he could stop his nerves from acting up. It was like a brick no, a ton of bricks, was lifted off his chest. It was settled then, they'd be married. And he couldn't deny that seeing his lover -fiance- in such spirits sent his even farther up.
He welcomed Aaron close, licking away any left over tears. "No need to cry, my love. Of happiness or not, they stain your beautiful face." His words were gentle, and he meant them in a sweet way.
Self-control, such a wonderful thing to have at times. Before doing anything else, he rolled, bringing the other along with him, so he ended up on the bottom, back against the bed. He drew his hand up, placing it around his fiance's neck and kissing him, passionately. Nothing was holding him back now. Simultaneously, his other hand dug into his now-accessible pant pocket [yes, he rolled to be like this because you couldn't easily get into them while kneeling or sitting], yanking out a square jewelry box. He'd been prepared for this.
Without needing to ask, he was sure Aaron would understand what he wanted: to get the ring on his finger too. That, and he needed his on too, didn't he?
Surely, he'd waited long enough. Even longer, because his mate had forgotten when they'd casually, but still seriously, agreed to it before.