[Fogado's starry eyes are searching Alcryst's for confirmation he means it, and when he's sure, he squeezes his hand in return.]
Good. Then let me help you with this.
[He kind of interrupted Alcryst before he could finish taking his shirt off, so he helps him out of it. Then he runs a hand down his chest, pressing kisses to the corner of his mouth, to his jaw, as he rolls his hips against him, his arousal, a second time. As long as he's sure Alcryst is happy, then he can enjoy himself with no reservations, too.]
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Good. Then let me help you with this.
[He kind of interrupted Alcryst before he could finish taking his shirt off, so he helps him out of it. Then he runs a hand down his chest, pressing kisses to the corner of his mouth, to his jaw, as he rolls his hips against him, his arousal, a second time. As long as he's sure Alcryst is happy, then he can enjoy himself with no reservations, too.]