His eyes drifted down my body, and he bit his lip again as he stared at the glaringly obvious outline of my hard cock through my underwear. It jerked under his gaze, and he made a soft sound in his throat. Did he want to touch me? God, the thought of Moth’s long, elegant, tattooed fingers wrapped around my straining dick, stroking me until I came, made my balls tingle and wrench up.
