I unfasten him enough to be able to slip a hand inside, with only the thin layer of fabric of his underwear separating his skin from mine.

"My love," I breathe into his shoulder, softly, almost conversationally. "I must regret to inform you that I must disengage from this position in order to pay full attention to you. I seek your permission, and your forgiveness."

I do not wish to move from him. He is warm and safe in my arms, and I am supporting him, a tiny fraction of the support that he has shown me, uncomplainingly, tirelessly, in recent weeks. However, to continue this as I wish, to take him in my mouth and give him pleasure, I must move in front of him.

I am... mostly being playful about this. Of course I shall do it. However, it is quite the conundrum.