He meets her gaze steadily, warmth spreading through him as he watches her. She's so reverent, and so assertive. His eyelids flutter and he hisses as her fingers graze the underside of his cock, letting her steer his legs open. When she nips the inside of his thigh, he tenses them, calves coming to wrap around her back and pull her closer to him. The hand in her hair trails down to her face, flush spreading as she begins to slowly stroke him.

"I don't know how to be doted on," he says, half admission and half apology.