[Alcryst hears Fogado fumbling around a little, but doesn't make the connection to what he's doing until he pulls back again to catch his breath and sees that Fogado's partially unbuttoned his shirt. Even with all of his everything, Alcryst can't read that as anything other than an invitation.
He lifts one hand - hesitates, lowers it. Lifts it again. Repeat several times as he visibly wars with himself over whether he really, really, really should be allowed to touch someone as gorgeous as Fogado. It's probably very funny to watch, he thinks.]
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He lifts one hand - hesitates, lowers it. Lifts it again. Repeat several times as he visibly wars with himself over whether he really, really, really should be allowed to touch someone as gorgeous as Fogado. It's probably very funny to watch, he thinks.]