Adjusting his plans accordingly, Dakin reached down between them, pressing his palm against Irwin through thin cotton, not breaking the kiss. "Is this what you want?" he asked, pulling away just enough to murmur the words against the older man's skin. "My hand on your dick? Or maybe something more?" He smiled, stroking once. Honestly, the whole thing wasn't half as strange as he had thought it would be once he stopped thinking and started doing.