( while the question may have been mostly a tease, it's also something that was a proper question. her comfort is top priority, he doesn't give a damn about proper angles and doing a dumb movie. regardless of how silly this all might be, if she's not into it, sylus isn't going to be into it. if manuela had said no, he would've easily backed off and found some other route for intimacy.
however...
she gives him the blatant opportunity and even he isn't immune to the surprise of her agreement and swift action. his gaze follows the discarded top and watches as it hits the floor. it truly was pretty useless, but it did provide some measure of coverage — more or less — and now there's nothing. he remains silent as he allows himself a moment to drag his eyes back to her and, well.
he looks.
every woman has something about herself that's beautiful. and while any fool could see that physically manuela is truly something to behold in clothing as well as out, apparently, it isn't just her looks that make her attractive. she carries herself with such confidence, and to allow him a glimpse at something vulnerable makes her even more so.
after he takes that moment to himself, his expression softens as he shifts to fit himself better on the lounge. which, after a minor adjustment, is between her legs. )
I don't.
( mind, that is. he's no fool!!!! and he gets right to work, once again squeezing some lotion into his hands and rubbing them together first to make sure it's not too cold and then begins on the front of one leg from ankle to just barely mid-thigh before going back down again to make sure it's all rubbed in. the other leg gets the same care, and for both he doesn't go any higher just yet. no, he's enjoying the freedom of touch and will indulge so long as she allows. )
no subject
however...
she gives him the blatant opportunity and even he isn't immune to the surprise of her agreement and swift action. his gaze follows the discarded top and watches as it hits the floor. it truly was pretty useless, but it did provide some measure of coverage — more or less — and now there's nothing. he remains silent as he allows himself a moment to drag his eyes back to her and, well.
he looks.
every woman has something about herself that's beautiful. and while any fool could see that physically manuela is truly something to behold in clothing as well as out, apparently, it isn't just her looks that make her attractive. she carries herself with such confidence, and to allow him a glimpse at something vulnerable makes her even more so.
after he takes that moment to himself, his expression softens as he shifts to fit himself better on the lounge. which, after a minor adjustment, is between her legs. )
I don't.
( mind, that is. he's no fool!!!! and he gets right to work, once again squeezing some lotion into his hands and rubbing them together first to make sure it's not too cold and then begins on the front of one leg from ankle to just barely mid-thigh before going back down again to make sure it's all rubbed in. the other leg gets the same care, and for both he doesn't go any higher just yet. no, he's enjoying the freedom of touch and will indulge so long as she allows. )