As much as he'd love to be able to disrobe, too, to feel him skin to skin, he has to be more careful. He's still on duty, and if there is an emergency of some sort, he can't afford the twenty minutes or so it would take to put his armor back on. He does, however, remove his pauldrons, cowters, and vambraces. He doesn't want any chance of metal digging into him.

He shoots him a quick grin for the tease, eyes dancing. It has been a while since they could just tease each other, too. Uncomplicated. Maker, what he wouldn't give for a string of uncomplicated days.

He comes to kneel between his legs, gently spreading them, rough skinned hands running up his inner thighs. "Look at you," he murmurs, bending lower to skim a kiss over the top of his thigh, "spread out for me. Wanting, waiting." He trails an exhale up the length of his cock. The self-control it takes even for that is almost enough to undo him.