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[ Wolfram is enjoying himself, responding to the kisses and touches, occasionally sighing and grunting. However, when a hand attempts to reach the front of his pants, his eyes open instantly. He realizes that being in control is one thing but being on the receiving end, although the blonde wanted it and is shaking a little in anticipation, it is also... well, a bit embarrassing. So when Axel reaches for this pants, if only for a second, the movements of his hand along with his confidence waver.
There is no reason to be nervous. This is nothing new ... but the nervousness is there, latent and attentive to the movements of that hand. What if he messes up and reacts embarrassingly to being touched down there? He is awfully turned on so he could come fast or something shameful like that.
No, he's got to distract Axel, at least for the time being. His wrist starts moving frantically, accelerating the speed of it's movements rather drastically while still trying not to hurt the other. And for a good, extra measure, his other hand will cup his sack between his fingers while the other hand tugs and pulls at a rising speed. ]