[ A smart move on D's end, because Gen is absolutely the type to impatiently vent his frustrations with frayed fabric and a popped seam or two. Instead, D's hands guide his fingers around to the zipper there, and Gen decides to let him off with just a breath huffed against his jawline, and a quick, punishing little nip to the earlobe. ]

S'more satisfying when I can do it myself.

[ This might be marginally charming coming from someone more considerate or gentle, but coming from a brutish piece of shit like Gen, it just sounds rancid. Sorry, D.

He's quick to tug the zipper down so he can dip his fingers past the fabric. D's skin is almost unnervingly smooth, not clammy at all despite being trussed up in leather for god knows how long. Is that another vampire thing? Though most of the vampires he'd fraternized with through Bloody Marie's had been cold to the touch. -- Gen gives a startled grunt when he feels a palm drag up his side under the loose drape of his shirt, canine ears flicking back and tickling at D's cheek, given the way he's nuzzling D's throat. ]

Well ... though I guess it's fine, if you'll make a show of it. [ The bed creaks beneath them when Gen abruptly straightens up to sit back on his haunches, tugging his shirt up and off in the same movement. Unlike D, his build is pretty unremarkable, his skin marred with the criss-cross of old scars. That done, he looks expectantly down at D, wearing the most insufferable shit-eating grin. ] C'mon. Gimme something worth looking at.

[ So he says, but D is always worth looking at. ]