"Oh, well in that case, I'll tell you all about it." He murmured, kissing Soren quickly and lightly. He grinned just a bit at Soren's revelation, and he nodded, "I never would have thought I would be able to say I love you to you in a romantic sense, because I always worried that whoever heard it from me would be doomed to deal with my crazy crap every day. You don't mind it. You love it. You make me feel like I don't have anything wrong with me, and I think that's the best thing that's ever happened to me." His lips pressed against the corner of Soren's lips, before he edged up Soren's legs a bit more, and nibbled the other man's ear.
His voice went lower, thicker. He purred, "Usually I went down there right after coming home from cello lessons, and I sat down on the couch. I loaded a bowl, got baked, and then listened to some mellow music and sat down right where you were sitting, where you usually sat. I'd think about whatever got me hot that day, usually something someone said, or someone I saw, and I'd start rubbing myself through my pants at first, but when I knew the coast was clear, I'd unzip my pants, and rub one out. Usually pretty standard, actually." He nibbled Soren's neck, "If you knew how many times I spunked all over your favorite seat, you'd never have sat there again."