"Ah, please..." He shudders, leaning into Erik's grip -- as he turns to meet Erik's eyes, he does find himself wishing that the other man was a bit taller, so he could rest his head on Erik's chest...but it's not important. Once Erik puts him on his knees or straps him to something or lays him out on that bed, whatever it is he's planning to do, the height difference will conclusively cease to matter.

"In case it wasn't obvious," he quietly confesses, looking down at Erik with bitten lip and hungry eyes, "I rarely do this kind of thing. I can't even remember the last time I asked someone to touch me." It must have been with Farkhad, before everything went so wrong -- but his memories of that time are blurred from twyrine, so it's not really a lie. "But you, the feelings you stir in me -- they're an exception. So forgive me if my reactions seem strange or my manners are insufficiently polished."