You're going to make me nervous if you blush like that with that face. It's creepy.
[It's not really creepy. It's endearing as hell, he just doesn't really know how to process what's in front of him. Waver is going to grow up all handsome and strong. It makes him wonder what he'll look like when he's older. But there's more time to think about that later. His eyes are appraising, even lustful as he drinks in the sight in front of him.
He starts by removing Waver's shirt, working with him to get it pulled over his head along with anything else he's wearing over it, but he's handsy. Waver might notice that Dylas is trying to be subtle about it, but there's a press of his hands against Waver's clothed chest here, and almost-grope there...he's horny and it's showing even if he doesn't think it is.
When the skin is bare, though, he's quick to place a hand on Waver's chest and trail it down, eyes wide. He's impressed. He stammers as he places his other hand on Waver's arm and then his chest, feeling him up, a stray finger even toying with a nipple. He's more forward than before, too, and he wonders if he's pushing his luck.]
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[It's not really creepy. It's endearing as hell, he just doesn't really know how to process what's in front of him. Waver is going to grow up all handsome and strong. It makes him wonder what he'll look like when he's older. But there's more time to think about that later. His eyes are appraising, even lustful as he drinks in the sight in front of him.
He starts by removing Waver's shirt, working with him to get it pulled over his head along with anything else he's wearing over it, but he's handsy. Waver might notice that Dylas is trying to be subtle about it, but there's a press of his hands against Waver's clothed chest here, and almost-grope there...he's horny and it's showing even if he doesn't think it is.
When the skin is bare, though, he's quick to place a hand on Waver's chest and trail it down, eyes wide. He's impressed. He stammers as he places his other hand on Waver's arm and then his chest, feeling him up, a stray finger even toying with a nipple. He's more forward than before, too, and he wonders if he's pushing his luck.]
How does it feel? Where do you want me to touch?