[Pleased with the reactions he's getting, he starts to tug on Michael's pants and underwear. He reaches behind himself to tug them off his legs, then trails his fingers over his bare cock. He should probably take some of his own clothes off, too.

He sits up and starts expertly undoing his shirt, and when he shrugs it off he reveals a flat, toned stomach with closed gills on his ribs, barely visible unless Michael is getting a good look at him. He leans back in, and presses another soft kiss to Michael's lips.]

And how is this?

[He takes to stroking him slowly, gently.]