[And likewise, Cis does a good job not flinching. He draws breath through his nose as she lets the blade glance his hip, exhaling a little chuckle. ]

You look like you’d happily do that to everything I’m wearing, given the chance. And with that control, I’d let you. But right now…

[He takes the boxers in hand and pulls them taut where they still loop around his other leg from the inseam. He glances up at her with a nod as he delicately guides her wrist to his thigh. His balls tighten as they hit cold air, his cock bobs with arousal. ]

[He’s a bit more than average, girthy, uncut. His pubic hair is trimmed and stretches towards his navel. His skin is flecked with an unnatural stony grey, more towards his left hip.]

You’ll have to be satisfied with this.