[He knows well what the end goal is here, he has to, given everything. But there's still something almost unexpected in the way those fingers move and finally make contact. Really, he can't help a quick intake of breath at such a simple thing.

During all of this he'd mostly ignored the fact that he'd been ready for this mess for quite a while now. But when his focus is settled on exploring and listening, it's not uncommon for him.

Settling into the contact he finds himself trying to press further into him, attempting to pull his brain back.]

Ah... [Words are quite hard, really.] Admittedly, I know I'm out of my depth here, but I'm quite fond of the tease. Slow, steady, but deliberate. Though I do wonder, with what I have seen, if there is a point to where it becomes frustrating enough to warrant bargaining, pleading, that sort of thing. [He's quiet for a moment before letting one of his blunt nails lightly dig into Hythlo's thigh.]

I admit I'm also curious how such a beautiful porcelain complexion might look covered in different marks. I'm sure pinks, blues, and purples would look particularly wonderful... [There's that bit of a smile again before he's shifting to push forward against him, lips grazing against skin.]

A lot of factors there, but it wouldn't be the first time I've had to juggle the unknown and compel it into a pleasing state.