[Aak makes a very indignant face at Broca's first refusal, not that the older man can see it. Still, it's not as if he's neglected at all. The risk of pushing too far was too much (i.e. pissing off the guy with teeth near his cock) and the reward was still fine (i.e. a warm mouth and soothing scent).]
[And while the time before Broca moves again feels very long it was hardly a length wait.]
[Feeling a tongue rub against the barbs on his shaft is electric. Every new sensation was better than the last. In a matter of days he'd gone from toys to another person's hand to a mouth. How was anyone supposed to go back from that?]
[He realizes that while he might not have the towel covered in scent he does have his hand, which was touching directly. So, while one hand stays firmly holding himself, he'll bring the other up close to his face. He bites on his knuckle, hardly parsing Broca's vague question.]
Yea? [It was good. Every damn thing was so good.]
Yea, do that... more. [There, a cognizant(?) response.]
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[And while the time before Broca moves again feels very long it was hardly a length wait.]
[Feeling a tongue rub against the barbs on his shaft is electric. Every new sensation was better than the last. In a matter of days he'd gone from toys to another person's hand to a mouth. How was anyone supposed to go back from that?]
[He realizes that while he might not have the towel covered in scent he does have his hand, which was touching directly. So, while one hand stays firmly holding himself, he'll bring the other up close to his face. He bites on his knuckle, hardly parsing Broca's vague question.]
Yea? [It was good. Every damn thing was so good.]
Yea, do that... more. [There, a cognizant(?) response.]