He resists a little, shifting and twitching given that he's not used to the one being so prone. He gives in, though, because he knows Jim's too stubborn to do anything but keep pushing. So he leans back into the touch, turns his head just enough to let his breath push at the small hairs of Jim's forehead, huffing out a soft laugh that the music swallows up.

He reaches a hand back to squeeze his hip once, just a reassurance at this point.