If Barcus has anything to say about it there will be many other nights. There is a sweetness to this, even though they've had questionable liquor and are running on impulse. Bel is clearly an experienced lover, but also a terribly conscientious one.

And if the gnome squirms slightly at the sight of him fully nude, well, it's a shiver of excitement and bright-burning lust. He couldn't take his eyes off him to save his life, not now, and while his gaze lingers on his lower body, the visible signal of his arousal, it also trails upwards to rest on the two necklaces resting against his sternum. His gift is not just kept, evidently, but treasured.

"I...I think I'm overdressed," he manages to get out, and slides off the bed to discard his own trousers and underwear, with less grace than Bel, and a bit more anxious haste. When he returns to the bed, he wastes no time reaching for him again, sliding his hands down his sides to his hips, to his thighs. "You can tell me what you like, as we go on," he says, eyes flitting from Bel's face to his cock and back.

He leans in and nuzzles gently against his belly, warm breath almost teasing. "...may I?"