Scott exhaled a hard breath from his nose, then did as Thomas suggested. Thomas’s question had irritated him. Of course he liked his body, loved it in fact, his face too. It served him well; it paid the bills, but touching it while Thomas hovered over him made him shudder.
It was Thomas, not the feel of his own skin.
Hewas the problem.
“Stroke yourself.”
“I am,” Scott growled through his teeth.
“Feel how soft your skin is,” Thomas murmured. “Because it is soft, isn’t it?”
Scott frowned with his eyes shut. He dragged his fingertips down his abs and stroked his thumb over his belly button. “Yes,” he replied. “My skin is soft.”
He cringed at the awkwardness. He liked it when others stroked him, marvelling at his well-moisturised skin and being in awe of his suppleness, but he wasn’t a fan of saying it himself. It wasn’t for him; it was for ‘Tom, Dick, and Harry’or whoever else had booked him for the night.
“And smooth,” Thomas whispered. “Sobeautifullysmooth.”
Scott swallowed. “Yes. I’m smooth. I regularly have waxes, full-body ones.”
“Scott…” Thomas warned. “You’re breaking the mood. Shut up and touch yourself until something happens.”
Scott kept his eyes closed but relaxed his frown. He caressed his skin, slowing his touch when Thomas cleared his throat in an unimpressed manner.
It was stupid.
Humiliating.
But then Scott started to feel it.
The texture of his smooth, soft skin on his palm and his fingers,andthe sensation of his warm palm, and his fingers dragging over his skin. He reacted with a shiver, and goosebumps spread down his chest. He rolled his fingertips over them, following their path down his body.
He dragged his hand beneath his belly button, stroking his skin, slipping his fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers. The skin was softest there, not corrupted by sensitivity.
Scott slipped his hand further down, over the coarse hair he kept neatly trimmed, until he cupped his flaccid cock.
He opened his eyes.
“Good, Scott,” Thomas said, still using a low voice. “That was much better.”
Scott shivered, thankful Thomas had stopped looking at him and had turned his attention to the camera instead. Buttons clicked, and Scott knew he was watching the footage back from the slight reflection in his eyes. “Really good,” Thomas murmured.
Scott shivered again.
“Remember to arch your back, stretch out your body.”
“Oh yeah.” Scott blinked in quick succession. “I forgot.”
“Ready to go again?” Thomas asked.
Scott nodded.
“Close your eyes.”
Scott shot him a suspicious look, then shut them.
Thomas talked him through it.
Again and again.
