Aleron just gave a little quick nod, watching as Jaron worked at the jeans he was wearing, the flush that had been there the entire time sticking to his cheeks. He wasn't very sure about this.. But hell was his wolf aching for it, practically. So he wasn't planning on objecting, and he stayed where he was without squirming or anything of the sort as a mater of fact.<br/><br/>"You know I won't be very good at this.." He chuckled lightly though in a shy manner. He knew Jaron had plenty of experience, which was all compared to his complete none. Made him quite a bit nervous.<br/><br/>"That's alright though... Right?"