“It feels good,” he says, inadequately. Julien’s hand slips from his hip. He thumbs the head of Whisper’s cock in a shiver of friction. “You can do better than that. Does it feel different through your trousers than when I usually touch you? Is this enough?” Julien licks his lips. “Could you come just from me looking at your cock and telling you how much I want to taste you?”
