A-aidan. [Heat rises into his cheeks as that hand slip past his waistband and into the back of his pants. He squirms against him some, heart beating fast and hard in his chest. It's so tempting to just throw any good idea out the window and just go with it, right here, right now... but that may not end as well as their libido's think.
He curls his fingers tightly in his clothes with a soft, playful growl.]
Well if you want to make good on that promise we need something we have at home.