[ Now that he's in position, he can feel the embarrassment settling in. He's facing Dylas, and of course he's still got no pants on, so Dylas can see everything. He hesitates right then and there on Dylas's lap and contemplates hiding beneath the blanket. But that would be awfully cruel wouldn't it? He can't bring himself to do that to his not!friend. Besides, Dylas is already putting a hand at his back and more or less keeping him there.
He swallows hard and looks over the situation.
Right, that underwear. Looks uncomfortable. ]
Huh? Oh...yes, I'm f-fine.
[ But he reaches for the waistband of Dylas's underwear and begins to peel it down, losing eye contact along the way. ]
Can I just... move this...?
[ He doesn't really wait for an answer and continues what he's doing, until his fingers graze Dylas's dick and he's suddenly pulling it free of those cloth confines at last. ]
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He swallows hard and looks over the situation.
Right, that underwear. Looks uncomfortable. ]
Huh? Oh...yes, I'm f-fine.
[ But he reaches for the waistband of Dylas's underwear and begins to peel it down, losing eye contact along the way. ]
Can I just... move this...?
[ He doesn't really wait for an answer and continues what he's doing, until his fingers graze Dylas's dick and he's suddenly pulling it free of those cloth confines at last. ]