Carden's clothing is uncomplicated, easy to get off of him. It's not really something he'd thought much on or deliberately chosen for this reason, he'd just picked something simple that fit in with Azwel's world. His own hands slow on Azwel's clothing the more Azwel works on his, clearly distracted by the touch. Everything is a level of familiar that he knows Azwel isn't matching, but he can't stop himself from reacting to all the same, writhing in his arms with the comfort of a long-time lover.

It's even more apparent when Azwel rolls them and Carden moves with him like he knew he was going to do it, going boneless underneath him in pleasure a moment later, hands clinging but the rest of him warm and pliant under him. He's practically purring, voices a low, soft moan just to the feel of them pressed together like this, the bed at his back.

Azwel seems to have their clothes well in hand at this point, so Carden skips straight to putting his hand on something else, wrapping his fingers around Azwel's cock almost as soon as it's revealed, tugging with just the right amount of give and pressure to give more truth to his claim they've done this before.

"Please... I want you," he's not always good at much in the way of dirty talk (until it's more or less fucked out of him, and then all bets are off) but much like with Phillip, he always goes out of his way with Azwel to show how very willing he is, mostly because he knows how much both of them like knowing that.