"Well, you know what you like," Frederick purred, his hand taking a dive to finish what he'd started before. As he yanked the zipper of Bryan's jeans open and sneaked agile fingers inside, he offered his face up for another kiss. "Think of it as touching yourself, only better."
Yes, Frederick Slade could be the devil.
By the time he finished his encouragement, he had Bryan firmly in hand, and was pulling the other man's hand further down on his body, hoping for some reciprocation.
"Well, hello there," he muttered, squeezing his new friend. "Very nice." Frederick had decided that sometimes cliche responses are the most reassuring to those dipping their toes on a new end of the pool.