Don't grab my arms below the elbow, anything else is fair game.
[As he says it, he marks the area he's talking about on his left arm. Elbow to wrist, or the exact area that's littered with faint scars on both his arms. There's something slightly practiced about the way he says it, the choreographed nature of the way he maps out the area. Like he's said it before, lots of times.]
And you? Can I touch you?
[It doesn't really matter to Connor if Dirk says yes or no. He's not... touchy-feely about sex. He can keep his hands to himself, if that's what Dirk wants.]
no subject
[As he says it, he marks the area he's talking about on his left arm. Elbow to wrist, or the exact area that's littered with faint scars on both his arms. There's something slightly practiced about the way he says it, the choreographed nature of the way he maps out the area. Like he's said it before, lots of times.]
And you? Can I touch you?
[It doesn't really matter to Connor if Dirk says yes or no. He's not... touchy-feely about sex. He can keep his hands to himself, if that's what Dirk wants.]