[ Waver can't help the little wiggle of his hips as he's pulled closer. He bumps against that bulge in Dylas's pants and almost makes a sound of surprise. Luckily he catches himself. Dylas's face is so close to him that he's conscious of every little breath he takes, hoping not to put a single one out of place. He doesn't want to mess anything up or have Dylas run away and reject him. Rejection is the worst. ]
Is not.
[ He's childish enough to keep arguing about that, even though they do sound pretty ridiculous. But he softens some as Dylas continues. He's not "that weird"? That's kind of a form of acceptance, right? Except this business about being an idiot or not... ]
So how can I remind you of someone if we aren't alike?
[ He's distracted enough by the question that he's hardly embarrassed by having his shirt removed. He allows it and shivers a bit once it's gone. It's warm against Dylas's body, so he stays pressed up against him. As for where else he wants to be touched, well. Everywhere. He wants it everywhere. His skin is practically burning in want, and he's almost too shy to answer, but he knows that Dylas can't just read his mind and if he doesn't tell him what he wants, they might be stuck in this stage forever! He craves more, needs more, so that just won't do.
Squirming a little, he looks down as he drags Dylas's hand down between his legs. His words come out in a low mumble, like he's definitely too embarrassed to say it clearly. ]
no subject
Is not.
[ He's childish enough to keep arguing about that, even though they do sound pretty ridiculous. But he softens some as Dylas continues. He's not "that weird"? That's kind of a form of acceptance, right? Except this business about being an idiot or not... ]
So how can I remind you of someone if we aren't alike?
[ He's distracted enough by the question that he's hardly embarrassed by having his shirt removed. He allows it and shivers a bit once it's gone. It's warm against Dylas's body, so he stays pressed up against him. As for where else he wants to be touched, well. Everywhere. He wants it everywhere. His skin is practically burning in want, and he's almost too shy to answer, but he knows that Dylas can't just read his mind and if he doesn't tell him what he wants, they might be stuck in this stage forever! He craves more, needs more, so that just won't do.
Squirming a little, he looks down as he drags Dylas's hand down between his legs. His words come out in a low mumble, like he's definitely too embarrassed to say it clearly. ]
Right here....