See? You can't call me inconvenient.

[ he'll do his best to be discreet, but--there's no promises to be had there, though perhaps predictably he often finds himself elsewhere when he's having liasions. while it is predictable, it is understandable: he soaks in attention and affection now, here, in the one place and the one way he can get it.

anderson is making explanations again and he almost sighs but just snorts fondly instead, nodding. ]

The fundamentals are the same, yes. Just pay attention to reactions and find what feels good.

[ he doesn't quite make a sound, not yet, but when anderson's fingers curl around his cock he noses into the side of his neck to hide his face, not from any kind of embarrassment but simply because he wants to mouth at his pulse point again, to mumble encouragingly against the skin. it's not even that he's exceptionally easy to please, more that he's easygoing sexually and--well, this is something he's wanted for a long time.

when he murmurs, it's low, just against his ear. ]

I used to think about this sometimes. With you. If I felt particularly indulgent that day.

[ he's not crystal clear on when, at least: before, at home, or here? it doesn't matter. ]