It is surprisingly difficult to let Barcus work, rather than to ask him to let his amazing hands linger on Bel. But it is worth it for the moment when he can embrace Barcus, and feel bare skin against his own. Most elves don't have much in the way of body hair either, and the feel reminds Bel that at some point, he'd started thinking of human bodies as 'normal' and his own relative hairlessness as an exception. Obviously the size difference was still there, but holding Barcus close felt familiar in a way he hadn't quite expected.

Bel's hands were already on Barcus's bare back, feeling the muscle there from forge work. He craned his neck to the side and down, trying to kiss the place where Barcus's ear joined the line of his neck, with a soft, "Tell me how this feels, dear."

Bel's hands, were reaching lower, exploring the scars -- not that Bel hadn't his own, mostly the sort that come from armor and reflexes that weren't quite good enough, and healing more for patching things up than ensuring it looks and feels good as new. Of course he wants the story, but not at the moment. They are just one more part of Barcus to learn.

The waistband fo Barcus's trousers also merits an examination. Enough to know that Bel is going to wait until Barcus is ready and pulls back a bit to start working him out of his trousers and undergarments, but Bel's fingers can still take pleasure in slipping under the fabric, tugging it down to get more skin to touch. Another pause in kissing. "You feel wonderful to me."