Yeah-- [ It's that slow dragged out yeah, the kind that's always followed by a 'but'. His stand still stroking against the layer of fabric, fingers finally finding a good way to dip in, ] but you're not in a hurry, are you? You still want me to touch you. Right?

[ His voice softens to a huskier state, a kind of cool he doesn't perceive himself being - not at all. But Inigo is being so shy, and they're going to do this, so he needs to fall back on some kind of confidence.

As he manages to get a hold of Inigo, feeling him already firm, getting just enough room to twist his wrist to stroke his hand in place. ]

And I think I like having you here like this.

[ On his lap, his face in view. ]