It was incentive, that much was true, though Ferrol never really did anything without putting his fullest effort into it. When he didn't, the results were obvious, but as he most often did no one ever knew he could do less.
Gods, Ferrol wanted to know what this man might be like if he ever let go, really let go. He was already so much, but instead of holding part of himself back Ferrol wished Brian would simply give in to it. Perhaps, one day, he would be granted with a glimpse, he thought.
Ferrol teased a nipple on the way down, lingering for just a second before following the line of muscle downward, further and further. He didn't rebel against the hand in his hair, submitting to it with no protest at all though that wasn't always the case. He was on his best behavior, all part of this game they were playing.
He dropped to his knees and just breathed in for a moment, his own cock throbbing. He resisted the urge to touch it as he brushed his cheek against Brian's cock. Though freshly shaved, it was definitely rougher than a woman's cheek. With one hand, he grasped it before taking the head in his mouth, sucking lightly and swirling his tongue over the top.
He dedicated every bit of attention to the task he'd been given, starting out relatively slow, paying attention to the tiniest details and reactions. One hand caressed the base of Brian's cock, and the other reached further back, cupping him there, even as he breathed deeply in order to relax his throat further.