Mmmh, still overdressed, [Bruno purrs lazily. The soft light wicking from his skin flows gently over it in ever-widening patches, as though whatever caused it is slowly fading. He gently runs his tongue along a gill-slit, just to see what happens, as nimble fingers get to unfastening the other man's trousers.
There are few times when Bruno feels at all confident, and it could be argued that what he's feeling right now isn't exactly that as much as it's an absence of his usual hesitance and sheepishness. There's a kind of boldness to how he moves, now, easy and gentle but clearly knowing exactly what he wants to do. Trousers and anything else Otto might be wearing are eased down and out of the way and Bruno's hand tenderly palms the throbbing flesh.]
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There are few times when Bruno feels at all confident, and it could be argued that what he's feeling right now isn't exactly that as much as it's an absence of his usual hesitance and sheepishness. There's a kind of boldness to how he moves, now, easy and gentle but clearly knowing exactly what he wants to do. Trousers and anything else Otto might be wearing are eased down and out of the way and Bruno's hand tenderly palms the throbbing flesh.]