[The hand in his hair is a welcome feeling, almost too brief in the middle of what his current goal is. It's grounding in the way that the sound of Choso's breath and the tension in his hips, under Palamedes' patient fingers are the opposite, doing everything in their power to make Palamedes' own arousal more and more urgent. Even the slightest press of his two knuckles into the skin beneath Choso's waistband, the dip inwards from his hip, is all but searing.
But Palamedes is patient- gentlemanly, even- and true to his word, waiting for Choso to shift his hips before tugging his sweatpants the rest of the way off a little unevenly and nudges them to the floor, a task left to his human hand while his tentacles slide and grope over Choso's exposed thighs. The curve of muscle and bare skin there feels like a secret thing, privileged territory, just as worthy of his undivided attention as Choso's arousal.
Palamedes traces a reverential path there along the junction of thigh and groin, first with human fingers and then with his mouth, shifting his hand to palm over Choso's cock again as his mouth moves higher. Were he less of a gentleman he would ignore Choso reaching for him completely and keep at it, stealing another few seconds of intent focus before he huffs out an amused breath and pushes himself up. Yes, alright - of course. He did say.]
I did. Thank God I have you to keep me honest.
[One of Choso's hands he catches as he sits up further, tilting his head to kiss his palm. He's not entirely sure where to put his legs, settling for a kneeling straddle over one of Choso's thighs. His own arousal is especially evident through his slacks, like this, and he makes an only slightly sheepish face as if to say, see, he wouldn't lie about Choso getting him going, ha ha.
He fiddles one-handed with the button at his waist, an herculean task.]
This was easier with two hands.
[Could he manage it with the tentacles? Sure. Will he be letting go of Choso's thigh? No.]
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But Palamedes is patient- gentlemanly, even- and true to his word, waiting for Choso to shift his hips before tugging his sweatpants the rest of the way off a little unevenly and nudges them to the floor, a task left to his human hand while his tentacles slide and grope over Choso's exposed thighs. The curve of muscle and bare skin there feels like a secret thing, privileged territory, just as worthy of his undivided attention as Choso's arousal.
Palamedes traces a reverential path there along the junction of thigh and groin, first with human fingers and then with his mouth, shifting his hand to palm over Choso's cock again as his mouth moves higher. Were he less of a gentleman he would ignore Choso reaching for him completely and keep at it, stealing another few seconds of intent focus before he huffs out an amused breath and pushes himself up. Yes, alright - of course. He did say.]
I did. Thank God I have you to keep me honest.
[One of Choso's hands he catches as he sits up further, tilting his head to kiss his palm. He's not entirely sure where to put his legs, settling for a kneeling straddle over one of Choso's thighs. His own arousal is especially evident through his slacks, like this, and he makes an only slightly sheepish face as if to say, see, he wouldn't lie about Choso getting him going, ha ha.
He fiddles one-handed with the button at his waist, an herculean task.]
This was easier with two hands.
[Could he manage it with the tentacles? Sure. Will he be letting go of Choso's thigh? No.]