For a blissful moment, all he can really focus on is the feeling of fingers threading through his hair but the second offer to leave Leon to ride this out on his own filters into his head and his eyes snap open.

"No. Don't. I don't want you to go," He reiterates, feeling almost feverishly desperate.

The open invitation is what finally breaks his last shreds of willpower and he unceremoniously starts to pull Hythlodaeus' pants open, slipping off the chair and onto his knees in front of him. Now kneeling, his own desire was much more obvious but he felt almost obsessed with the idea of servicing the stranger.

He doesn't bother pushing Hythlodaeus' pants down any further than he needed to, palming him unabashedly as he leans forward to kiss the hint of skin he'd uncovered on Hythlodaeus' hip before biting lightly.