[If Wolfwood expected anynthing other than an affronted squawk, that's on him. He isn't opposed to the idea, but the phrasing threatens to ruin the moment more than anything. As it is. he winds up half curled as he sputters out some incredulous, breathless laughter.]
You want to - what?! [He heaves this out even as he rolls over, settling over the top of Wolfwood's thighs. He soothes his hands over his legs, marveling over the coarse hair there, before ducking them inward. He can see that the fabric has been absolutely devastated by all the waiting he's had to do, and it makes his heart start to seize.]
Mm, guess I can see why you want my hands on you. [He lifts himself up into a squat as his hands slide upward, securing their place beneath the hem of his underwear. With little more preamble, they're tugged down, revealing Wolfwood in all his "pretty sweet" glory.]
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You want to - what?! [He heaves this out even as he rolls over, settling over the top of Wolfwood's thighs. He soothes his hands over his legs, marveling over the coarse hair there, before ducking them inward. He can see that the fabric has been absolutely devastated by all the waiting he's had to do, and it makes his heart start to seize.]
Mm, guess I can see why you want my hands on you. [He lifts himself up into a squat as his hands slide upward, securing their place beneath the hem of his underwear. With little more preamble, they're tugged down, revealing Wolfwood in all his "pretty sweet" glory.]