[Leaving Hans to find his own ways to solve the wants of his arousal, he stops palming him and wraps his arms around Hans' neck instead. With him holding him like this, it's all the easier to wrap his legs around Hans' waist. He grinds against him in the process, groaning softly at both that and the lips lingering near his neck.]
You want to fuck me? [He's too impatient now, dropping politeness for a low, wanting voice. He inhales slowly, fingers curling at the base of Hans' neck. Trusting Hans' strength and leaning forward, Oren kisses at his jaw, just near his ear.]
It's not just anyone who's allowed that. But for Prince Hans... [He moans there, pulling himself closer still. Get to it.] I'll allow it.
the answer is obvs both
You want to fuck me? [He's too impatient now, dropping politeness for a low, wanting voice. He inhales slowly, fingers curling at the base of Hans' neck. Trusting Hans' strength and leaning forward, Oren kisses at his jaw, just near his ear.]
It's not just anyone who's allowed that. But for Prince Hans... [He moans there, pulling himself closer still. Get to it.] I'll allow it.