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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"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.