"Right, because that's not something I do all the fuckin time anyway ..."

His voice trails off on a sigh as his head lolls back again, arms spread along the edge of the spring, in a strange combination of relaxed and braced. It isn't long at all before that tension strings through him again, holding back all the telltale sounds and movements he wants to make.

It's increasingly difficult not to push up toward that dexterous mouth; there's a tremor in his hips at each teasing approach.