Not quite so on board yet to employ the most efficient strategy of completely avoiding underwear or complicated fastenings, Tyler reaches down to help with the buttons of his jeans. There's four of them in place of a zipper, and beneath that the stripy orange-navy of his boxers are a bright sight and bold pattern choice.
Once he's helped ease the buttons from their holes, his fingers tug at the loose ties of Yussa's trousers. He only breaks the kiss for a quick breath, gaze dropping and realizing pretty quick as the ties of the other man's pants start to come apart that he can see skin and no underwear fabric. Another jolt of arousal surges between his legs, open mouth pinker than it was barely a couple of minutes ago with the effort of their kissing.
The soft linen falls away as soon as the ties are free and Yussa feels a wave of goosebumps as the fabric brushes along his legs on its way down.
"It's practical here," he says with a quiet, breathy laugh. "And it is hot where I live."
Yussa's fingers curl around the denim and the softer fabric beneath. He keeps his eyes on Tyler's face as his other hand slides down from the younger man's neck, following the center of his chest and stomach down. He leans up to catch Tyler in another kiss as his hand slips down beneath his boxers without hesitation to see how wet he is.
He almost manages to tell the other man his words are duly noted, especially about the rapidly declining need for underwear, but there are distracting fingers dipping past the elastic of his boxers. His arousal surges aggressively, the hardness of his t-dick pressing needy against Yussa's hand on its search for the hot entrance to his body. Both his hands reach up to rest against the other man's shoulders, fingertips squeezing as though he's trying to steady himself.
"Oh," he murmurs, barely a whisper against the elf's lips as finger tips finally brush against the wetness of his pussy. There's no secret about how turned on Tyler is, how much he's enjoying the other man's attention like this.
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Once he's helped ease the buttons from their holes, his fingers tug at the loose ties of Yussa's trousers. He only breaks the kiss for a quick breath, gaze dropping and realizing pretty quick as the ties of the other man's pants start to come apart that he can see skin and no underwear fabric. Another jolt of arousal surges between his legs, open mouth pinker than it was barely a couple of minutes ago with the effort of their kissing.
"No underwear? Damn. That's hot."
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"It's practical here," he says with a quiet, breathy laugh. "And it is hot where I live."
Yussa's fingers curl around the denim and the softer fabric beneath. He keeps his eyes on Tyler's face as his other hand slides down from the younger man's neck, following the center of his chest and stomach down. He leans up to catch Tyler in another kiss as his hand slips down beneath his boxers without hesitation to see how wet he is.
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"Oh," he murmurs, barely a whisper against the elf's lips as finger tips finally brush against the wetness of his pussy. There's no secret about how turned on Tyler is, how much he's enjoying the other man's attention like this.