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[ Well, Wolfram is not going to remove his own clothes, Axel dear.
Noticing the pink of Axel's cheeks, Wolfram smiles as soon as he sends the pants flying. ] ... It is. It is nice, though — it makes me happy. [ And it shows.
The mattress creaks softly as the blonde crawls over it, resuming his previous position on top of Axel. Before he continues what he was doing, though, he straddles the other, and after a light chuckle he finds himself carefully leaning in for a soft kiss.
The front of his own pants is tight, yet, for once, he doesn't mind waiting — he is content to simply be able to make Axel feel good. And now that their lips are busy and Axel is hopefully distracted, Wolfram's face feels a little hotter when he finally decides to slide a finger to hold the hem of his underwear, slowly hooking it to bring the fabric down, exposing Axel to him. There is nothing he hasn't seen or touched before yet this time it feels different, heavier than the others, which is kind of intimidating. However, that heavy feeling is not enough to stop him; some moments later his hand moves from between his legs, fondling skin as gently as he can until his hand is once again cupping the flesh between Axel's legs. ]