Barcus has a mixed opinion regarding his own appeal, as well. In front of a statuesque, youthful drow, he might feel a little out of his league. He's not about to let that stop him, though, especially when Bel has so clearly been showing off for him. For him.

The size difference between them is slightly less than between Barcus and Ashton. It's a matter of only a few inches in height, between Bel and the genasi, but it's enough to make Barcus feel quite confident in his ability to take whatever Bel can dish out. It's still perfectly reasonable to start slow, though; this is about affection, not a physical challenge.

He grasps him, gently but firmly, giving him a few easy, slow strokes while watching his face. The gnome wears a tender, soft smile for the moment, captivated by the intimacy and wanting to be sure Bel feels it, too. At last, though, he ducks his head and places open-mouthed kisses along the aching path his hand has been caressing, before taking him into his mouth.

He's long since lost the urge to bite, fortunately. This is better. His eyes drift closed; he looks as peaceful and content as he ever has, just giving him this pleasure.