Ashton's hunger changed from his belly to just a little further south when Barclay's hand took a wander down the front of his pants. He looked at him with eyes starting to swirl with silver, pupils wider with sharp pointed tips. "We could do that thing," he echoed, almost making it a question. His budding arousal answered it for him and the promise in Barclay's words caused a sense of urgency in him.
"Yes. We will do that." He nodded and glanced down the street, gauging the fastest way to return to Barclay's house. "I can eat later."