[The moment he begins to feel Godfrey's hand retreat from below his waist, he moves his hand downwards to catch the paladin's wrist and guide his touch back to where it had been, encouraging those curious fingertips to explore beneath the band at his waist if they see fit, his own breathless laughter subsiding.

The press of lips and heated breath against his air send a shudder running through him, and he catches his lower lip against his teeth to just barely stifle what would have most certainly been an embarrassingly wanton groan. It was almost ludicrous, how quickly he found himself aroused in this man's presence— more than once now, by his own admission— and the throb of Godfrey's own arousal against his leg only fuels his own, that familiar pressure building as he ceases his efforts in trying to will it away.

Godfrey's fingers in his hair and his voice against the shell of his ear only serve to stoke the embers, and his own fingers curl as they remain woven through the paladin's hair, turning his head to steal a kiss from the corner of his mouth, making a very slight but deliberate shift so that his thigh pulls against the larger man's clothed cock, the press of it enough to have Gale already straining against his trousers.]

That would have been a terrible, terrible shame. I would hate to think of you taking yet another burden upon yourself to bear.