How he manages to roll his eyes while he's got Bashir's hand wrapped around his dick is a mystery that he does not have the answer to, but he does indeed roll his eyes.

"Hedonist," he grumps, and stops kissing Bashir long enough for him to work his hands around to work on getting Bashir's shirt untucked and pants loosened, at least. He wants more skin and intends to have it.

He's also rolling his hips just a little into Bashir's hand, in spite of himself. Because he can't not.