He nods immediately, a bright flush of color suffusing his cheeks, outshining the already ruined makeup, and turns his head, open mouth pressed against the expensive material, a low groan of desperation in the back of his throat. He brings his hands forward - for balance and support - but also a strategic position for undoing the buttons that held his trousers together. He gazes up, tilting his head back to gauge his expression, his receptiveness to further contact.

"May I?" He repeats, eyes bright with anticipation and hunger, kiss-smeared lips lending an air of lewd desperation to his appearance. Without waiting for an answer, he reaches for the lowest buttons, long fingers deft and skilled, careful but hurried as he searches out his granted prize.