[He's... so cute?? What the fuck. There's pause for talking like this, and he's still so heavily into it, those strokes earning a soft groan before he can properly address that cut off question.]
Can you what? [His legs shift to try and get more out of those strokes. He honestly wants that mouth back, already, as nice as this is— Ah, but he's realizing that Dextera might be too embarrassed to explain in words, and this could prolong it, so he adds on quickly:]
You can do anything you want, Dextera. [He trusts him for that. Actually, he'd like it even better if Dex was touching himself, so even that would be expressed if he knew that was the question.]
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Can you what? [His legs shift to try and get more out of those strokes. He honestly wants that mouth back, already, as nice as this is— Ah, but he's realizing that Dextera might be too embarrassed to explain in words, and this could prolong it, so he adds on quickly:]
You can do anything you want, Dextera. [He trusts him for that. Actually, he'd like it even better if Dex was touching himself, so even that would be expressed if he knew that was the question.]