[ He makes a valiant effort, compromised as he is- that much, he can appreciate. It would have been boring if he chose to just lay there and let him do all the work, despite Adelis' needling. The hand on him felt good, quickens his breath even as he works, but he does not mourn the loss.

He drags his own hand down the length of Trahearne's cock, slowly and idly, like it's an afterthought, gaze focused on every heave of the other's chest. The hips lifting beneath him has him pressing his down further, a light hum slipping from his lips at the hands that curve over his hips and dig into his skin.

Adelis is not expecting the bluntness of the request, really, but he's not going to turn it down. ]

And here I thought you didn't have it in you.

[ You can feel the smirk in his voice, however low it is. His free hand will, however, drift to his discarded garters off to the side, slipping a hand inside the pouch and pulling out a bottle. It's not like he carries it everywhere, but convenience comes in handy, he supposes.

The lip pops off with an audible noise, but his other hand doesn't stop it's idle strokes just yet. Not while he leans forward, lightly grinding his hips down all the same, peering straight into those blindfolded eyes. ]

Since you seem rather occupied, I suppose I'll have to do this part myself. [ Unless he feels like trying, of course, but there is no way in hell he's just sitting down on that, regardless. He's not Mishka a slut.] Try and behave yourself, won't you?