"All me."

His pants are worked easily down his hips, along with boxers because it's just easier that way.

"Mmmhmm. I'll take the blame for that. Now you have to keep talking. Don't care about what but what I'm doing here is art and you need to provide me with proper inspiration, okay?"

If he doesn't mind. Random doesn't, not really. Just starts gently licking at his skin, short strokes, and almost immediately lower, around his balls, but promise in every movement.