"Probably," comes the ready agreement that yeah, the boxers could have come off with the jeans. Though maybe there's part of him that's still feeling a touch vulnerable like this. His heart is thumping like a fist against his ribcage, pulse at his throat jumping in his nervous excitement. His legs part for her like they're on well-oiled hinges.
"Ah fuck," he groans as her fingers trail the length of his hard clit, expression shifting almost immediately into distracted pleasure. It's like her touch has a voltage, the twitch of excitement at the physical attention something he immediately wants to chase. His thumbs are tucking into his boxers and starting to pull them down over his hipbones before she's even finished her question.
"You can see it... and if you want to show me yours I'm not gonna say no..."
It takes a bit of shifting, but eventually his boxers are falling down his thighs and pooling at his ankles leaving him bare from the waist down, clearly hard for her. He's trying his best not to look like he's trying to understand her reaction as though his life depends on it, but he's not doing that well.
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Date: 2024-02-28 07:07 pm (UTC)"Ah fuck," he groans as her fingers trail the length of his hard clit, expression shifting almost immediately into distracted pleasure. It's like her touch has a voltage, the twitch of excitement at the physical attention something he immediately wants to chase. His thumbs are tucking into his boxers and starting to pull them down over his hipbones before she's even finished her question.
"You can see it... and if you want to show me yours I'm not gonna say no..."
It takes a bit of shifting, but eventually his boxers are falling down his thighs and pooling at his ankles leaving him bare from the waist down, clearly hard for her. He's trying his best not to look like he's trying to understand her reaction as though his life depends on it, but he's not doing that well.