[ A choked half-laugh escapes, his 'clean' hand rubbing over his face, up into his hair, back down to settle gains this chest lazily. ] It might not be news to you, but there's a world of difference between doing it for yourself and... not. [ He didn't have a lot to compare it to, admittedly, and was a bit to embarrassed to divulge that he's sure a large part of it is the unusual crush he's been harboring on Marc for longer than was probably acceptable.

He nods, though he has no idea if Marc can even gleen a view of him here, clearing his throat to find his voice. ] I've got to up the ante a bit, haven't I? [ He pauses, trying to think back to whatever obscene fanties that had plagued him in the past, toes nudging gently under the sheets as he finally cools off. ] Though, in the sake of not being an absolute twat, maybe you ought to tell me a bit of what you actually like, yeah? [ Last thing he wanted to do was screw things up, and as awkward as it is to ask it's a lot less awkward than giving either of them some kind of anxiety attack of it.

The mention of a mirror gets a grin, and a hum. ] Read my mind, actually. Suppose once I actually... get out of bed, I can manage that.