Ferrol could feel Brian's gaze, he was sure of it. His body felt heated as it passed slowly down, and for a moment he wanted to break down and ask, demand, to be touched, because he wanted it so fucking much at this very moment. He swallowed the idea, though, for he was always determined for it to take more than a look to make him ask for it.
He took another step forward, reeling himself in on the stray end of Brian's belt. He moved until the space between them could be labeled only in a couple of inches, and the heat of Brian's skin could be felt against his own even though they didn't touch.
"Mmm. And if I do a good enough job, you'll consent to touch me again, hm?" he said, voice rough but teasing. He leaned forward, pressing his lips merely to Brian's shoulder. Abruptly, he bit that wonderful spot where the neck joined the shoulder, and at the same time he pressed his hand down against the bulge of Brian's arousal, the other hand's fingers through a belt loop keeping Brian in place.
Surprise made, Ferrol undid the button of the trousers and slowly dragged the zipper down, slipping hands down the sides to start pressing the material downward. His mouth he kept busy, though he trailed downward the further he pushed the pants.