[ That gets a dreamy sigh, eyes shut as he tilts his hips forward, eagerly into the hand, making Theo slide out before he sits back down to the hilt, finding a new rhythm for them. ]

It is?

[ Palms on his own thighs, on Theo's stomach, seeking any kind of touch. He looks down, watches his dick move past the ring of his boyfriend's fingers, lips parted. ]

I think... I think I like watching it drip out of you after. You make me come so much, Teddie. I wanna make you come like that, too.