[ He has very little time or patience for Ashe to be flustered. He simply sits, crossing his legs and pulling the slender man into his lap. That clawed gauntlet splays on his chest a moment, before trailing lower, delving in to pull his length out and wrap around it. While the tops of them are black steel, the inside palms are worn leather and mesh. Not too comfortable to have wrapped around your cock, but not the worst.
He simply starts stroking him, eyes distant as he works, slow at first, and then gaining speed. He isn't looking at Ashe, but there is a hint of softness in his expression. He's trying to treat this like a task and nothing more, but even like this, he's still got those threads of a bleeding heart. ]
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He simply starts stroking him, eyes distant as he works, slow at first, and then gaining speed. He isn't looking at Ashe, but there is a hint of softness in his expression. He's trying to treat this like a task and nothing more, but even like this, he's still got those threads of a bleeding heart. ]