Too much fabric, Ferrol kept thinking. Between the damned towel about his hips that wouldn't fall now that Brian was pressed against him and the fabric of Brian's trousers, there was too much, though the roughness of the towel against his incredibly hard length was almost shocking.
He grunted quietly as his head was jerked back, the kiss he'd been contemplated stolen away before he could even take advantage of the opportunity. It was more pleasurable than painful, and he allowed it because he rather liked the direction all of this was going.
His breath shuddered out at the feeling of teeth. In response he tugged the belt again, aching for more. The controlled strength was such a turn on, as was Brian's fucking mouth. He released the belt in order to touch the skin of the other man's back.
There was a moment of dismay when Brian pulled away, though Ferrol stayed leaning against the wall, looking at him through heavy eyes. Though, privately, the wall was conveniently helping him to stay upright just now.
"Now, now, let's not be too hasty," he drawled, letting his hands settle around the loosely draped towel which did little to hide the fact that he was seriously aroused. He tugged the tucked under section free, felt his cock twitch as the fabric moved across it but didn't quite drop it completely. He pushed off from the wall, finally letting it fall into a puddle on the floor.
"Or too harsh," he continued, taking a step forward to move into Brian's space this time. He reached, snagging the buckle of the belt with a finger. "If you don't touch me, after all, I can't make my transgression up to you." His gaze dropped to Brian's groin, knowing just how tight those trousers must feel right that moment. He licked his lips again. "And I'm sure I can find a way to make it up to you."