[ Trahearne doesn't think it embarrassing at all. It's not like he has any other frame of reference--it makes him happy, if anything.
And Trahearne lets him know this by exhaling against him, by how his fingers dig into the soft flesh of his hip. He stretches over him to place a kiss on his neck below his ear. ]
Kaeya... [ His voice is low, groggy. He's. Very horny. ] I want...
[ This? You? He isn't sure how to finish that sentence. They should move forward, but bottle of lube is...somewhere on this bed. ]
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And Trahearne lets him know this by exhaling against him, by how his fingers dig into the soft flesh of his hip. He stretches over him to place a kiss on his neck below his ear. ]
Kaeya... [ His voice is low, groggy. He's. Very horny. ] I want...
[ This? You? He isn't sure how to finish that sentence. They should move forward, but bottle of lube is...somewhere on this bed. ]