[the size is a little intimidating, but not entirely unexpected. if anything, it also fuels Curtain's confidence to wholly take it in his hand and rub at those ridges with his thumb. following them up and down his length, one by one, one at a time. allowing the pads of his fingers to teasingly press against the head every time he makes it there.

and again, he makes a point of sucking in all of the warm, smoke-scented breath, lapping at Booker's lips with his tongue as he does... his hips start tentatively moving again in time with Booker's hand, but he doesn't seem to be in a rush.

he's not going to shut up, though.]

You... started it...