[That's all he can say to that. Further acknowledging how hard it is to reach a decision between them would only make him look and feel stupider, so he pushes himself back on the bed until the headboard is against his back. Once there, he sits with his legs open. It accentuates his strained underwear even more—with the legs on each side of his 'problem,' his body is framed in such a way that draws the eyes downward and directly in the center of him, or his groin.
He carefully maneuvers his tail behind him, using a hand to ensure it's comfortable and pointed to the side and not bunched up beneath him where he might hurt himself. And then Waver is quickly climbing over him. Dylas is a little surprised still that his first instinct isn't to flinch or tense. He feels a certain fluidity, one that has him placing a hand on Waver's back and inviting him inward.
His breathing is heavy. He's not sure what move he should be making. It was easier before when he was making the decisions, even if they were awkward and probably not the best ones he could have made.]
You're so warm. You comfortable? I, uh...you moved in pretty quick. I appreciate it.
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[That's all he can say to that. Further acknowledging how hard it is to reach a decision between them would only make him look and feel stupider, so he pushes himself back on the bed until the headboard is against his back. Once there, he sits with his legs open. It accentuates his strained underwear even more—with the legs on each side of his 'problem,' his body is framed in such a way that draws the eyes downward and directly in the center of him, or his groin.
He carefully maneuvers his tail behind him, using a hand to ensure it's comfortable and pointed to the side and not bunched up beneath him where he might hurt himself. And then Waver is quickly climbing over him. Dylas is a little surprised still that his first instinct isn't to flinch or tense. He feels a certain fluidity, one that has him placing a hand on Waver's back and inviting him inward.
His breathing is heavy. He's not sure what move he should be making. It was easier before when he was making the decisions, even if they were awkward and probably not the best ones he could have made.]
You're so warm. You comfortable? I, uh...you moved in pretty quick. I appreciate it.
[And so does his ever-throbbing dick.]