Tristan shrugged, though he knew his brother wouldn't be able to see him.
"I don't know," he replied. "I wasn't ever taught. I just...I know where I like to be touched so I thought I could...I thought it would translate well," he said, not usually one to stammer through a conversation like this.
Taff was wriggling beneath him. When Taff lifted his bottom it pressed against Tristan's balls and fuck, it sent shocks of pleasure rocketing through him.
"As long as it helps." He tried hard to keep his voice level, he really did.