[ His entire body instantly tenses and a low, hum-like noise gets stuck inside this throat when the hand touches him yet again. It's not that he is nervous- he cares about and trust Axel enough to not feel as nervous as he could feel- Wolfram simply doesn't know how to react to being touched.
In spite of his confusion, the other's fingers on him and the tiny motions on him ignite a new form of need, a faint and feverish one that feels... tingly and good; so good it sends tiny shivers through his spine and suddenly his head is getting cloudy and all he can think about is how he wishes that hand would move faster, would touch more and beyond the fabrics that cover him.
Fueled by those thoughts, his own fingers cup and rub harder between Axel's legs, a reflection of the need he is feeling. ]