[The pressure of Matt's knee against his groin is just right, just enough for him to lift his hips gently, rubbing against his thigh a bit to try to relieve the pressure. He's lost in a lustful daze, and nearly doesn't hear Matt's comment. But the fog clears enough and it registers. Laughing lightly, he glances down between them like... Well, I don't have pockets. But instead of saying that, his hand on Matt's waist shifts around front and moves down to gently run his fingers over Matt's own hardened length, shivering at the feel of it, even with the thin fabric between them.]
Dunno- you tell me.
[He can't let you get away with being a cocky fuck this whole time.]
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Dunno- you tell me.
[He can't let you get away with being a cocky fuck this whole time.]