[ Drake nods at that, genuinely (surprisingly even to himself) not disappointed -- they made progress. ]
Yeah. Hang on.
[ He reclaims his hand from under Sharkface's shirt, smoothing it back down for him before sitting up and pulling his shirt over his head. He doesn't really want to stain it. It's dropped to the floor beside the bed and then he's settling back down, scooting in enough to press his forehead to Sharkface's again, nuzzling gently. ]
Go for it.
[ He's only half-hard at this point but it won't take much to get him going again. Especially if they start kissing again. ]
no subject
Yeah. Hang on.
[ He reclaims his hand from under Sharkface's shirt, smoothing it back down for him before sitting up and pulling his shirt over his head. He doesn't really want to stain it. It's dropped to the floor beside the bed and then he's settling back down, scooting in enough to press his forehead to Sharkface's again, nuzzling gently. ]
Go for it.
[ He's only half-hard at this point but it won't take much to get him going again. Especially if they start kissing again. ]