[ Confident in himself in this regard he may be, but even he's not a miracle worker. Still, if it's a pleasant enough dream he wants, that much he can likely grant.

His neck will be a mess for the next while again, even more than it already was, he realizes- but that thought doesn't bother him much. He does have a sense of shame, but it's not as prominent as some others. It's no fun, after all, without a few reminders here and there.

The other man stops, and sits up, and Adelis pushes his hair out of his eyes as Trahearne stares down at him for a few moments. The hands that trail over his thighs and up are cast a middling glance before he looks back up- in time for him to tense with a jolt at the harsh press to his cock. That earns a twitch, sharply inhale through his teeth, before he meets that particularly smug look with a narrowing of the eyes.

Well. If he wants to play that. ]

...Do I, now?

[ There's a beat as his hand coils down, slowly wrapping around Trahearne's wrist and rubbing a thumb slow and sensual over the curve of his knuckles...at least until he rips it away to push himself up, hand pressing harsh to the other's shoulder to push him back enough to hover over his lap whilst propped up fully on his knees. He's still not tall enough to lord over him, tragically, but it's enough for him to lift a hand and press a gloved thumb to the taller's lip. ]

So insistent. I can do nicely, even if your own manners are lacking. For instance.... [ Adelis' voice drops to a murmur, thumb pressing further against his mouth, nearly pressing the leather against his teeth as he leans his face in further. ] Won't you be kind, Marshal, and take these off for me?

[ He avoids the scar, because he's not in the mood to kill the mood, but he does press his chest closer, dropping Trahearne's wrist to snake his hand and tug one of the towels a bit closer in the meantime. Simply wouldn't be a bingo without one. ]