[Laughs, blushing and rocking happily into said hands, yes]
Fuck. [Lifts himself onto his elbows again so he can reach down and curl his hand around his, guiding him along to stroke over him, rocking his hips a little]
Yeah. Yeah... [Laughs again, softer, finally seeming to relax and seem less heartbroken from the entire day's conversation] You're wonderful. Amazing. You're perfect... and very pretty, yes, with your seamstress hands.