[He gets up, saunters across the space between them, and lowers himself down the floor again - surreptitiously adjusting himself as he does. He watches Tavros for a few moments longer, noticing that his palms are starting to itch the same way they do when he hasn't worked with his tables for a while, before he finally reaches out.
He slides his fingers up the slick length, feeling bumps and ridges and unable to stop himself from wondering what those feel like in a different context - that is not a shiver that goes through him, definitely not. When he reaches the tip, it slips around his fingers momentarily, and even that's not enough to freak him out. Just too unflappably cool, this guy.]
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[He gets up, saunters across the space between them, and lowers himself down the floor again - surreptitiously adjusting himself as he does. He watches Tavros for a few moments longer, noticing that his palms are starting to itch the same way they do when he hasn't worked with his tables for a while, before he finally reaches out.
He slides his fingers up the slick length, feeling bumps and ridges and unable to stop himself from wondering what those feel like in a different context - that is not a shiver that goes through him, definitely not. When he reaches the tip, it slips around his fingers momentarily, and even that's not enough to freak him out. Just too unflappably cool, this guy.]