When it comes down it, I'm still a guy and I can't help a small swell of pride at the way Bittle looks at my dick. He seems to like what he sees, and I let out a shaky breath as he wraps his hand so reverently around the shaft. "God, Bits."

I watch his hand for a moment and then I have to look back up at his face, eyes dark as I watch him. "Just like that, Bits. I-- I like it slow at first, and then-- yeah, god. Twist at the top a little."

For a moment, I'm not sure what to do with my hand, but then I rest it on Bittle's arm and I can feel the muscles shift as he strokes me. Another soft whimper escapes me and I lean in to kiss him, barely doing more than pant against his mouth.