[He thought it was obvious what he wanted. His body is reacting in all the appropriate ways. Erik lifts a hand, finger stroking down Egil’s cheek - along his jaw and over so many freckles.]
Do you need me to tell you? [He leans in. Nips Egil’s lower lip.] or should I show you?
[The last isn’t do much of a question as it is a statement. He presses a hand to the redhead’s chest and pushes him down, pins him to the bed. Erik climbs over and half straddles his lap, one knee pressing between his thighs to leverage them apart.]
no subject
Do you need me to tell you? [He leans in. Nips Egil’s lower lip.] or should I show you?
[The last isn’t do much of a question as it is a statement. He presses a hand to the redhead’s chest and pushes him down, pins him to the bed. Erik climbs over and half straddles his lap, one knee pressing between his thighs to leverage them apart.]