[There's another little sound at complaint at the mouth being withdrawn, because Rhys is - apparently - impossible to please. He meets those yellow eyes with his own flushed, heavy lidded gaze for a moment.]
Thanks. You look-- really, really good between my legs.
[He shifts position a little, nudging Betelgeuse off his thigh so that he can sit up, getting into a position where he can see the other man unfastening his pants.]
Can I watch you?
[Another shift, and he reaches down to grab the handful of condoms that he got off Jedao. He drops one between them, before tearing a second one open, wetting his fingers on the lube in the package, ]
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Thanks. You look-- really, really good between my legs.
[He shifts position a little, nudging Betelgeuse off his thigh so that he can sit up, getting into a position where he can see the other man unfastening his pants.]
Can I watch you?
[Another shift, and he reaches down to grab the handful of condoms that he got off Jedao. He drops one between them, before tearing a second one open, wetting his fingers on the lube in the package, ]
I mean-- while I stretch out a bit?