"Meh, piss off about the Lotus," Frederick countered, breathless and happy. Bryan's skin felt like it was vibrating under his hand, which felt hot and cold at the same time. He kept his touch even and light, but firm, gentling Bryan like he might a skittish colt. That hand kept moving down, slow and steady until it grazed the top of Bryan's jeans.
His manic amusement died down and, while he wasn't completely serious, he didn't want Bryan to think he was somehow making fun of him. That would not do. He went with the truth, and kept his expression hopeful instead. His mouth was another matter altogether.
"I don't know what I'm doing," Scion purred, lying like a rug as he turned his hand over, palm up, so that his knuckles lightly rubbed against the other man's crotch. Hello, are we alive down here? Anything happening down south? he thought to himself.
Turning his hand again, he cupped Bryan's groin with the gentlest squeeze. He leaned in a little closer, letting the other man feel his breath near his neck. "I really don't. I mean... is this okay?" he added, his voice nearly a whisper. He didn't want to freak Bryan out, so he avoided going in for a kiss or anything stupid or abrupt like that. He was simply teasing amicably, letting his long pink bangs caress or maybe tickle Bryan's neck and shoulder while he copped a feel down below.