Damion pants fell somewhere behind the bear and the contents of his pockets tumbled behind the couch, but it made no difference to the occupied Damion. He helped him when he jerked the pants, shuffling his legs and then returning them to the bears attentive hands.  "Impatient, much?" he chuckled, watching him carefully. he wore no underwear and immediately welcome the feel of fur on his ass.  He had watched him long enough to be rewarded with more than his mind managed to conjure when it came to what he felt now.