[That's as much consent as he feels he needs. Dodger just lets out a snicker, and presses his lips to Athelstan's neck instead. If the priest's done talking... well, Dodger was done talking before he got here.
Slowly, Dodger starts to shift lower, reaching to pull Athelstan's shirt up and motioning for him to finish getting it off. His lips trail along the older man's chest, down his belly, until he's pressing playful kisses along the edge of his pants, and then dipping down further to mouth at him through the fabric.]
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Slowly, Dodger starts to shift lower, reaching to pull Athelstan's shirt up and motioning for him to finish getting it off. His lips trail along the older man's chest, down his belly, until he's pressing playful kisses along the edge of his pants, and then dipping down further to mouth at him through the fabric.]