Alexander may have leaned slightly against that touch, enjoying the soft moisturised hands against his skin, the manicured nails perfectly rounded and sending tingles down his spine. "Personal Assistant, Personal Trainer, what else do you do?" He asked, hand on Morgan's hip moving to the boy's hand on his jaw, drawing it round to his lips and pressing a kiss to the palm, and then to Morgan's wrist.
His other hand, of course, moved higher still, pushing up the skirt up as his fingers ran down to the inside of Morgan's thigh. "I think, Morgan, I'd like you to take off that skirt." He said, voice gravelly, deep with arousal.