Brian decidedly did not stop to analyze what he was feeling, what he was doing. He lost himself in the sensations, pressing ever closer to Ferrol, needing that contact more than he'd thought possible.
Brian turned them around so that the backs of Ferrol's knees were pressed against the bed, and he gently eased Brian back onto the bed. He followed, trailing broken, scattered kisses down the man's jaw and neck.
His lips formed incoherent words against Ferrol's skin as he leaned over the man, his hand traveling between them. He wrapped his hand gently, so gently around Ferrol, stroking up slowly. He didn't understand it, but it felt like he could feel what he was doing to the man, feel it right at his core.
"Tell me," he murmured. "Tell me what you want." It wasn't a plea for vulgarity or obscenity, but for understanding and guidance. He didn't want to take, he wanted to give. He needed to give. He didn't know how it was possible, to have this need pulled out from where it must have been buried deep.