He could almost feel in his own body how good this was feeling to Greg, had no misapprehension about the fact that Greg was thoroughly enjoying this, but Theo still felt like he was going to vomit, like his skin had been peeled of, filled with sand and then pulled back on, out of shape, burning, itchy and uncomfortable as Greg touched him.
Theo was just about half-hard and it didn't look like he'd be getting any harder, like the only reason he was even hard in the first place was because of the immediacy of Greg's touch. He licked his lips nervously and his hips moved in an asexual approximation of a dirty thrust up against those so-beloved fingers as he pushed himself to almost the edge of his limits for Greg, because his boy looked gorgeous like that, skin flushed and eyes predatory. He'd only ever felt nauseated under that kind of attention before.
He thrust helplessly, fruitlessly, up up and up as he was told, his breathing coming faster as he tried to keep his panic in check.