[ It is strange; in comparison, sex with Kaeya had been slow, sensual--affectionate, even. This is sensual of an entirely different sort, and though Trahearne's sleep-deprived arrogance did seep through some, he's starting to see that he's in a domain where he is way out of his depth. Part of learning is knowing when to give up.

But...as it turns out, he really is enjoying this verbal back-and-forth. Really enjoying it. Something bubbles in him as Adelis leans closer with that grin of his, as he presses his fingers deeper into his mouth, and Trahearne keeps his eyes on the smaller man. Keep pushing me, he silently goads him. Show me what you can do. Because perhaps he'll pick up a trick or two.

What he was not expecting was a literal push, but it hardly matters. There is no surprise in his eyes this time; instead, the impact of his back against the sheets sends ripples of anticipation through him, and he gives a quiet, throaty exhale in arousal.

His own hands find new homes on the bare spots of Adelis's thighs rather quickly, keeping the flesh attached to his hips as he meets the rocking with his own. Oh, how frustrating--everything is so dulled in his armor. It needs off. ]

And risk nullifying our bingo? I suggest you stay on task, Adelis. [ His hands leave his thighs and drift to Adelis's waistband, ghosting over the threshold of flesh and fabric, searching for a way to undo these little shorts. ] You have me compromised; you'd best put that on me before I change my mind.

[ Finding the button, he slowly unhooks, unzips his shorts. ]

Unless this is your way of propositioning me for a second time?