Aleron somewhat quickly had returned the gentle kiss from Jaron, almost holding to the man's arms to keep him there, though he didn't, and instead watched as Jaron got off the bed. Frankly, Jaron's thoughts were right, and Aleron blushed painfully obviously worse. His cheeks were practically burning now, and it only made it worse just because he knew that he was really blushing then once Jaron had stripped himself of his pants and boxers.<br/><br/>Really not meaning to, his eyes had scanned Jaron over once more. If his blush could've gotten any worse, then it surely would've now. Surely, he'd seen naked men before, including all of his brothers, and even his father at some occurrence in time. But they were all family. Now it was different. Yet Aleron stayed laying where he was, leaving himself open, really, not moving in the least. "It'll hurt, won't it?" He questioned as he watched Jaron, though in truth he wasn't really wary of that part.