[ Something about coax it back out nearly brings Yzak back to the level of amusement he had just moments ago. An affectionate amusement, the sort anybody would have for and with their partner in a situation like this - something new and uncharted, surprising, awkward and clumsy, embarrassing... but trusted to be accepted and carried by the person with whom you're sharing those vulnerabilities with, ultimately, no judgement.
Yzak isn't surprised when Dearka reaches down to grab himself. But he did, for a moment, wonder if that was going to be that. He wouldn't have complained if it was, since it would have meant moving on to whatever next steps they'd have to take. (still ever focused on the path ahead, on solutions, on information gathering) Yeah he would have been left high and dry himself, but unsurprisingly Yzak is able to disengage from arousal and the desire to fuck if he has to, just as easily as anything else. In comparison to so many other things, it isn't as important ... fantastic as it feels to get lost in.
He doesn't know what to do for a moment when his attention is drawn back to Dearka's hand. He averts his gaze, politely, unsure if it would be too weird to just watch that. Like, does he just stand there while Dearka strokes himself back to full arousal? It would be rude to stare, wouldn't it?
...
But curiosity as strong what Dearka feels as he tentatively handles himself hums inside of Yzak. And he's not the sort of person who can idle without going crazy. So his eyes briefly flick up to his partner's, suggestive, from beneath his bangs. ]
Let me help.
[ His tone is as asking as it is declarative, his way of letting it be known that he'd like to investigate a little closer, too. He tips his head down so those bangs obscure his sheepish face. One hand slides to rest on Dearka's hip, fingers combing through warm fur, squeezing gently, assuring. The other reaches down to slide it half over Dearka's around his dick, fingertips brushing against red flesh with a level of fascination. ]
[Would it be rude to stare? Who knows, maybe Dearka likes to be watched... Though he certainly likes being touched even better. Yzak speaks up with that offer to help, and Dearka's pupils dilate as he looks down at him, eyes becoming vast pools of black rimmed by only a thin sliver of purple.
He slides his hand back from his shaft, more curious to see how Yzak is going to handle this. It's a good moment to reflect on how lucky he is, to have a partner who is willing to look past the drastic physical changes he's undergone and fuck him anyway. Because seriously... His poor dong... What the hell...
Focus. He's a sucker for the times when Yzak tries to hide his face under his bangs like that. It's endlessly endearing how sheepish he gets, but it's kind of extra funny here? Like, remind him which of the two of them is the one with the fucked up looking dick...? That's just typical Yzak, though. Big bad military commander who gets easily flustered in matters of the bedroom. Dearka's tail wags slowly as he feels his partner's fingers brushing through his fur, setting little whorls of relaxation adrift under his skin.
He lets out a tiny groan when Yzak touches him, and his body does indeed react to the touch, more of that bright red length emerging.]
...'Least it still reacts right to the same things. Fucking shit...
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Yzak isn't surprised when Dearka reaches down to grab himself. But he did, for a moment, wonder if that was going to be that. He wouldn't have complained if it was, since it would have meant moving on to whatever next steps they'd have to take. (still ever focused on the path ahead, on solutions, on information gathering) Yeah he would have been left high and dry himself, but unsurprisingly Yzak is able to disengage from arousal and the desire to fuck if he has to, just as easily as anything else. In comparison to so many other things, it isn't as important ... fantastic as it feels to get lost in.
He doesn't know what to do for a moment when his attention is drawn back to Dearka's hand. He averts his gaze, politely, unsure if it would be too weird to just watch that. Like, does he just stand there while Dearka strokes himself back to full arousal? It would be rude to stare, wouldn't it?
...
But curiosity as strong what Dearka feels as he tentatively handles himself hums inside of Yzak. And he's not the sort of person who can idle without going crazy. So his eyes briefly flick up to his partner's, suggestive, from beneath his bangs. ]
Let me help.
[ His tone is as asking as it is declarative, his way of letting it be known that he'd like to investigate a little closer, too. He tips his head down so those bangs obscure his sheepish face. One hand slides to rest on Dearka's hip, fingers combing through warm fur, squeezing gently, assuring. The other reaches down to slide it half over Dearka's around his dick, fingertips brushing against red flesh with a level of fascination. ]
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He slides his hand back from his shaft, more curious to see how Yzak is going to handle this. It's a good moment to reflect on how lucky he is, to have a partner who is willing to look past the drastic physical changes he's undergone and fuck him anyway. Because seriously... His poor dong... What the hell...
Focus. He's a sucker for the times when Yzak tries to hide his face under his bangs like that. It's endlessly endearing how sheepish he gets, but it's kind of extra funny here? Like, remind him which of the two of them is the one with the fucked up looking dick...? That's just typical Yzak, though. Big bad military commander who gets easily flustered in matters of the bedroom. Dearka's tail wags slowly as he feels his partner's fingers brushing through his fur, setting little whorls of relaxation adrift under his skin.
He lets out a tiny groan when Yzak touches him, and his body does indeed react to the touch, more of that bright red length emerging.]
...'Least it still reacts right to the same things. Fucking shit...
[Small mercies.]