[of course his hand gets pulled away. his head tilts up with it, in his small surprise--so Irahl can finally get a good look at his face.
concern, at first. he might have gotten a little lost in the illusion. Irahl doesn't like that? he can do better. it spreads through a small smile, his eyes full of longing (...though, that might also be the booze talking), before he dips his head back down again, gaze obscured under his bangs.
if he can't have his hand, he'll move against him with his hips. if Irahl thought his fingers were distracting, his quiet sighs of satisfaction can't be much better.]
no subject
concern, at first. he might have gotten a little lost in the illusion. Irahl doesn't like that? he can do better. it spreads through a small smile, his eyes full of longing (...though, that might also be the booze talking), before he dips his head back down again, gaze obscured under his bangs.
if he can't have his hand, he'll move against him with his hips. if Irahl thought his fingers were distracting, his quiet sighs of satisfaction can't be much better.]