A moan bubbles up in his throat and he’s questioning all of his life choices in this moment.

He counts to five a few times and the drowns a little in that kiss. Both hands grip the others backside again, a little harder than before but he flexes his fingers and moves them slowly back down his thighs.

“You can,” he insists. He doesn’t want him to feel obligated. He is curious, though, “…if you could do it what would you want to do to me?”