shi-no-toge:

Alan’s eyes shot open and an uncharacteristically loud moan escaped his lips. Certainly, he’d touched himself like that before, but having someone else do it was an entirely different story. His hands grasped the fabric of Eric’s shirt tightly, and his breaths came in short gasps. “A-ah… Eric… Nnn…”

Eric shuddered. He wanted to hear more like that moan. It was intoxicating to see Alan let go this way – to trust him entirely to do whatever he wanted with his body. “Does tha’ feel good?” He growled lowly into his ear, “Jus’ like tha’?” Maybe this would be enough for Alan. He stroked him slowly, sensually, palm rough and hot.