Ambriel was shut up for a moment, that warm hand having become so very good at finding him and exciting him. Ambriel's mouth was open. He wasn't sure what it was -- Davian's attitude, the expertise of that hand, the way Davian was dressed so provocatively and conflictingly -- but Ambriel could feel himself harden already.
Ambriel quickly stepped back, looking around to see if anyone saw. "Stop that," he hissed. "I cannot get aroused by you!"