[ Once more, Lancelot's leaving him breathless, and not because he's possibly got his hand on his cock. He's just- incredibly overwhelmed by how intense his feelings are for him at this point.
To where his attire only serves to enhance the fact that Lancelot's wearing it, thereby making it extremely sexy as opposed to anyone else in it.
He can feel his heart hammering in his chest, and before he can stop himself, he pulls Lancelot's face up at an angle so that he can capture his mouth with his own, his arm in front of him moving so that he can move his hand to between his legs. His tongue swipes at the inside of his mouth, hungry, wanting, as his hand squeezes his arousal through the flimsy fabric.
When he breaks the kiss, he murmurs-
You could wear a sack and it'd look gorgeous, Lancey.
[ He doesn't need anything, anyone but him. As he begins to stroke him, he cranes Lancelot's head enough that he can kiss along his neck where it meets shoulder. ]
But I like you looking like yourself the most, you know.
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To where his attire only serves to enhance the fact that Lancelot's wearing it, thereby making it extremely sexy as opposed to anyone else in it.
He can feel his heart hammering in his chest, and before he can stop himself, he pulls Lancelot's face up at an angle so that he can capture his mouth with his own, his arm in front of him moving so that he can move his hand to between his legs. His tongue swipes at the inside of his mouth, hungry, wanting, as his hand squeezes his arousal through the flimsy fabric.
When he breaks the kiss, he murmurs-
You could wear a sack and it'd look gorgeous, Lancey.
[ He doesn't need anything, anyone but him. As he begins to stroke him, he cranes Lancelot's head enough that he can kiss along his neck where it meets shoulder. ]
But I like you looking like yourself the most, you know.