[Oh good, Emile was kind of hoping that was what O'Brien had meant. He freezes up a little at the sudden grab, inhaling with a sharp hiss, but that turns into an exhale of relief as O'Brien starts fondling him through his pants. He grins a little, clearly pleased at the attention.
--He dust didn't want O'Brien to run screaming from the room. The little ODST could be so touchy sometimes, and this was definitely one of those questionable grey areas.]
Armor's custom, you know. Measured it exactly to my size. Not like that damn mass-issue stuff.
[He begins to slide his warm hand under O'Brien's shirt and up his back, fingers tracing the spine upwards until he's gently tugging at the shirt to come off.]
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--He dust didn't want O'Brien to run screaming from the room. The little ODST could be so touchy sometimes, and this was definitely one of those questionable grey areas.]
Armor's custom, you know. Measured it exactly to my size. Not like that damn mass-issue stuff.
[He begins to slide his warm hand under O'Brien's shirt and up his back, fingers tracing the spine upwards until he's gently tugging at the shirt to come off.]