Samandriel tipped his head up, tongue darting out to taste that finger so long as it was there. "It would be my pleasure, Erastes." He shifted over to kneel in front of him, fingers sliding up his lower leg slowly. "If my lord would permit me?" He wouldn't dare try to move Carrick's body. That was asking for trouble like so very many things were.
And in case Carrick didn't believe it truly would be Samandriel's pleasure the proof of it lay hardening just as much between his own pale thighs, bare for the other man to see as he pleased.