"I do try," Bel grinned. "Haven't heard complaints. Though at the moment I'm enjoying how you're handling me." Between the way Barcus is looking at him, and the feel of his hands, even through several layers of cloth, Bel is feeling his own ability to plan peter out into enjoying the sensations of now.

It would be slightly better if his hands could touch more than Barcus's head and shoulders. Now that the door was open, Bel was making a beeline for the bed -- sitting down would do something about their current height difference.

"I'm also comfortable with either," Bel answered. "But, I assumed you would be topping." Because, frankly, while Bel knew there was some level of size difference where no among of care and preparation would work, he hadn't known on what side of that line Barcus fell. Considering it more fully, now that Barcus had offered -- and while Bel wasn't sure if the flush he felt would be visible, the way it was hard for him to keep his eyes from Barcus was probably a giveaway that he was considering the options -- "I'd rather get more comfortable with your body before trying things the other way. I am a quick study when it's a pleasant topic, though."

Though at this point, Bel wasn't feeling particularly exacting; he would be equally pleased to stick to hands, or mouths, or almost anything else.