The kiss was getting him worked up all the more and he was thankful for the hand on his length, moaning at the touch before laughing at her words, "You complaining?" He questioned, hips rolling forward into the touch before he bent his head to kiss her again for a moment, letting that linger, tasting her lips, feeling how soft they were, how delicate, before he spoke again, "Let me fuck you, baby," As if Chris normally asked-but then, Toby normally wasn't a chick.