[ He wants to sort of watch, to see what he's doing, as if he can't quite believe it's real if he doesn't see it with his own eyes. That that person rubbing his hand over his cock is not some random hookup, but Nate. His Nate, his best mate. And, you know, a bloke.
His body certainly doesn't seem to have any of the reservations his mind is prone to, his cock twitching and pulsing at the touch, and only even more so when that shifts from fabric to skin on skin. Nate's hand. His cock. He's not quite sure he's even awake. ]
You like my dick hard? Does that turn you on? [ ever vocal, he asks after a slight moan drawn from the way his teeth scrape his skin, the way his fingers grip around him ]
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His body certainly doesn't seem to have any of the reservations his mind is prone to, his cock twitching and pulsing at the touch, and only even more so when that shifts from fabric to skin on skin. Nate's hand. His cock. He's not quite sure he's even awake. ]
You like my dick hard? Does that turn you on? [ ever vocal, he asks after a slight moan drawn from the way his teeth scrape his skin, the way his fingers grip around him ]