His breath was so shallow it was barely more than panting, and his own erection was so hard it was nearly painful. He hissed as he saw the other man's chest, and more when the other man made him wrap his hand around his erection.
His own jumped at the feel, and he moved his hand almost as if it had a will on it's own, possibly because this was something he'd been made to do before. Or at least so he'd claim. He'd never admit that he liked it, that the feel of another man's cock in his hand was what made his own throb with need and lust.
He looked up, only too see how very close the other man was, and even without being able to stop himself he licked his lip as they were suddenly as dry as if he'd been in the dessert for days without water. Other than his hand moving (with more skill than he would admit to having) up and down the other man's shaft he didn't move, didn't protest, didn't leave or shake his head. Instead he just licked his lips again, nodding ever so slightly as his thumb brushed over the head of the cock in his hand.