[ Oh crap. Spy all but buries his face into Scout's groin and the younger man can't really help the stir of interest at that. He can imagine his hands splaying out and scrabbling down the other man's shoulders, pushing him away, but that isn't what happens.
What happens is Scout takes a sharp inhale of breath, his heels digging against the bed frame. There's a certain twitch against the other man's lips and cheek, and Scout's hands unzip the jumpsuit until it's down past his navel. A hand dips inside, knuckles brushing Spy's chin as he takes himself in hand uncertainly, at least to start. ]
What about finishin' what you start?
[ Scout's hand moves under the cloth, pulling himself upright and stroking enough to urge himself a bit more firm; part of him is visible now, just reaching the center of his belly button, though his fingers worry at the head as if still unsure whether or not he's going to let Spy go that far with him. He can tease himself most expertly, years under the belt, figuratively and literally. What does he have to lose? ]
noooo welp. soon.
What happens is Scout takes a sharp inhale of breath, his heels digging against the bed frame. There's a certain twitch against the other man's lips and cheek, and Scout's hands unzip the jumpsuit until it's down past his navel. A hand dips inside, knuckles brushing Spy's chin as he takes himself in hand uncertainly, at least to start. ]
What about finishin' what you start?
[ Scout's hand moves under the cloth, pulling himself upright and stroking enough to urge himself a bit more firm; part of him is visible now, just reaching the center of his belly button, though his fingers worry at the head as if still unsure whether or not he's going to let Spy go that far with him. He can tease himself most expertly, years under the belt, figuratively and literally. What does he have to lose? ]