Half of the effort was the movement of his hand, slow and deliberate, and half of it was another roll of his hips so as to rub them together again, fingers curling and grasp re-adjusting as he did so, even as he left a sucking mark against the spot he'd just swiped his tongue across.

It was going to be a slow build on his side of things, or perhaps one of those that started slow and increased exponentially, he couldn't be sure of which until it actually happened, but he was going to enjoy himself -was currently enjoying himself- either way.