[Tyler adjusts and Ankari does what he can to follow along, closing his legs again to give Tyler somewhere to sit. His free hand moves to cup over Tyler's own thigh once it is straddling the elf beneath him. The hand by his chin moves further back, cupping beneath his ear and carding long fingers back through hair again.
There is a bit of self consciousness that the shorts he's wearing leave so much naked leg beneath Tyler, are only riding up more as he- well, yes, mounted would be the word, it just embarrasses him to think about. Embarrasses and excites, actually. He's surprised by how much he's enjoying Tyler weighing down on him, pressing him down into the cot.
All while Ankari gets bolder, slipping his tongue out to catch Tyler's upper lip. He's clumsy in a too-tentative way, but delicate is better than overbearing, he can hope.]
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There is a bit of self consciousness that the shorts he's wearing leave so much naked leg beneath Tyler, are only riding up more as he- well, yes, mounted would be the word, it just embarrasses him to think about. Embarrasses and excites, actually. He's surprised by how much he's enjoying Tyler weighing down on him, pressing him down into the cot.
All while Ankari gets bolder, slipping his tongue out to catch Tyler's upper lip. He's clumsy in a too-tentative way, but delicate is better than overbearing, he can hope.]