Gyre's skin prickles as he feels Garrot's hand slide down his back. It's so slow, so deliberate, it actually throws him off a little. A wild elf would have just gone for it by now if they wanted to grab his ass, but here's this man promising to sweep him off his feet instead? Like he's a damsel?

He wrinkles his nose teasingly, shaking his head. "And what would I do all the way up there?" he asks, just a moment before closing the distance between them and pressing their mouths together. Sure, he has to go up on his toes to do it, but he needed to finally do this. Gyre is not a person who can deal with this particular kind of tension for very long at all, and he bites lightly at Garrot's bottom lip as he pulls away from him again.

"Was that enough of a stretch for you?"