BlowJob.

The older male looks down at you with eyes full of questioning. The comments made before allude to your race existing as some sort of omni puritan people in comparison to this more sex crazed world, so it's understandable to think the dwarf is having a hard time understanding why you're so eagerly wanting to suck him silly. Of course, you're a bit too drunk to really give a shit about the social implication of just how rare this is.

None the less, the dwarf speaks, asking for a blow job in an almost.. submissive manner. Kind of cute coming from a burly, muscular blue collar male, even. Dropping your mouth to the bulge, you kiss it drunkenly, skipping the more obtuse ways of getting the dwarf in the mood in a more gradual manner. Slobbering on the compressed male-meat like a particularly hungry/or horny, dog. Lapping up the sweat and scent directly from the sweat soaked, well worn fabric. Letting out grunting moans into the package as it swells to a larger extent by the second as you worship upon it's mass.

"N-never 'ave I met a man so willin' to taste me. You some type 'r succubus, boy? Though if ye' are, I don' think I mind much anymore!" The man quickly regaining a bit more composure to his voice, although faltering in vocalizing just a bit as you apply your tongue liberally.