[He relaxes, chuckling at both Taryon and himself, looking down to watch as the hands feel over the planes of his chest. His nipples, already piqued, stiffen further under the touches.]
I also do archery, I'll have you know. [He slides a hand up one of Taryon's arms until it hooks gently at the nape of his neck. With a small pull, he urges him to lay down with him as he shifts onto the bed, shoes already toed off. He rests on his side, waiting, looking up at him through his eyelashes.]
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I also do archery, I'll have you know. [He slides a hand up one of Taryon's arms until it hooks gently at the nape of his neck. With a small pull, he urges him to lay down with him as he shifts onto the bed, shoes already toed off. He rests on his side, waiting, looking up at him through his eyelashes.]