[Just hearing that sends a shudder through him that he tries to hold back. Connected. He doesn't care how, but connected. His mind is racing already, of all of the ways he could arrange that. His hands slide back down his sides again, toying with Dextera's pants, undoing them as his lips press softly at his chest.]
I can do that.
[He says it quietly over his skin, fingers hooking under the waistband of Dextera's pants to slide them off slowly. A slow build up should be fine, even if he's already breathing heavy, wanting more. He wants to take his time, to spoil as much as he can. The hand in his hair is nice, and he kisses more, mouth trailing across every inch of skin that he can find.]
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I can do that.
[He says it quietly over his skin, fingers hooking under the waistband of Dextera's pants to slide them off slowly. A slow build up should be fine, even if he's already breathing heavy, wanting more. He wants to take his time, to spoil as much as he can. The hand in his hair is nice, and he kisses more, mouth trailing across every inch of skin that he can find.]