Trey is so damn lucky that Riddle doesn't scold him for his words, for the logic he points out to him. Instead, Riddle breathes out a little huff, his own nerves completely soothed in favor of focusing on the moment. On the physical sensations he was experiencing, on what he wanted, what he needed to demand from Trey.
Maybe not so much in words, either. With his hips guided, it does encourage him to be more firm with what he wants, to press himself against Trey in full. His body, small as it may be, has some strength, enough that he can roll his hips harder, his arousal pressed up against Trey's thigh desperately, while his knee shoves hard against Trey's own.
His pants, while thin and loose, felt uncomfortable now.
"Be a good boy and finish helping me get undressed already." He murmurs the demand, as his hand loosens it's grip on Trey's hair, to instead smooth it down. Seven, it's hard to focus when he's like this -- if he's not careful, he's going to have a damp spot in his own pants, from pre alone. "You know I'm not one to be patient. I want you." Petulant and bratty, as per damn usual.
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Maybe not so much in words, either. With his hips guided, it does encourage him to be more firm with what he wants, to press himself against Trey in full. His body, small as it may be, has some strength, enough that he can roll his hips harder, his arousal pressed up against Trey's thigh desperately, while his knee shoves hard against Trey's own.
His pants, while thin and loose, felt uncomfortable now.
"Be a good boy and finish helping me get undressed already." He murmurs the demand, as his hand loosens it's grip on Trey's hair, to instead smooth it down. Seven, it's hard to focus when he's like this -- if he's not careful, he's going to have a damp spot in his own pants, from pre alone. "You know I'm not one to be patient. I want you." Petulant and bratty, as per damn usual.