Pulling his hands from his face he glanced down at the hand on his thigh, the tightness in his pants growing more intense with the touch and the closeness to his groin. "I..." he began, though as it left his mouth he realized there was nothing that would follow that would be both coherent and appropriate. Damn his body for not being helpful, for deciding that satisfaction was far more important that his self-image and his mental comfort. He still couldn't fathom why this was happening as he had never had any physical interest in his same gender before.
His eyes moved up to that pout then down to that hand running over Frederick's chest. There was something hypnotic about it and Bryan found he couldn't take his eyes off the movements. Would it really be so bad to give in? His need for release was beginning to reason with his intellect. Would it really be so bad to kiss the other man again, it was exciting and Frederick was very skilled. Why was he fighting it when this, in all reality, would only open him up to more sex?
His own argument was convincing, though he had likely been listening closer to Frederick than he realized. He reached out a hand, moving over Frederick's chest in the trail of where his own hand had been. "I've never done this before." which didn't really need to be said as he had already admitted that he was straight, but it was the only thing that came to him as his hand moved lower down his stomach.