[Is he calling Waver out because he's oblivious, or is he calling him out to tease him? Dylas knows the answer to that. He's teasing him. Whether or not Waver can guess correctly is up to him.
He runs his hands down Waver's legs next, fingers trailing as low as his knee before they slide back up to his thighs and then inward, brushing against where the fabric of his underwear meets the (thiccer) definition of his thigh. The tenting is as appreciated as each sound Waver makes; Dylas is getting hard himself just from his explorations alone.]
Good for you, I guess. It's...nice?
[How do you compliment someone's dick? Dylas isn't sure where to go from here. He keeps one hand on Waver's thigh, fingers splayed and occasionally moving to stroke his skin there, while he focuses his other on Waver' bulge. He gropes again, then traces fingers over the outline of his cock. He rubs his testicles next between his thumb and index finger. He's merciless in his attention giving, not pausing to think about what he's doing aside from whether or not it gets Waver harder and gets him to make some more noises.
That sigh goes straight in his ears and directly down to his dick.
But he finally looks up at Waver, his face still not far at all from the growing bulge in Waver's underwear.]
You feel strong...and good. Both. I'm happy for you. [But...what the hell is he supposed to do next?] What should I do next?
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[Is he calling Waver out because he's oblivious, or is he calling him out to tease him? Dylas knows the answer to that. He's teasing him. Whether or not Waver can guess correctly is up to him.
He runs his hands down Waver's legs next, fingers trailing as low as his knee before they slide back up to his thighs and then inward, brushing against where the fabric of his underwear meets the (thiccer) definition of his thigh. The tenting is as appreciated as each sound Waver makes; Dylas is getting hard himself just from his explorations alone.]
Good for you, I guess. It's...nice?
[How do you compliment someone's dick? Dylas isn't sure where to go from here. He keeps one hand on Waver's thigh, fingers splayed and occasionally moving to stroke his skin there, while he focuses his other on Waver' bulge. He gropes again, then traces fingers over the outline of his cock. He rubs his testicles next between his thumb and index finger. He's merciless in his attention giving, not pausing to think about what he's doing aside from whether or not it gets Waver harder and gets him to make some more noises.
That sigh goes straight in his ears and directly down to his dick.
But he finally looks up at Waver, his face still not far at all from the growing bulge in Waver's underwear.]
You feel strong...and good. Both. I'm happy for you. [But...what the hell is he supposed to do next?] What should I do next?