He grins and kisses the skin just above his groin.

'I never used to give it. Only occasionally. But I love giving it to you because I love making you feel good. Love your taste, love the way you strain and writhe.' He swallows, even more aroused by the thoughts.

'And you're perfect at it. But you don't have to. Don't have to do anything you don't like.'

And then he feels he's talked anough and starts to ease his briefs down, grinning up at him in anticipation.