E’s breath caught as he felt those hands moving again, over him, under his shirt, only to come out in a heady sigh when he feels the caress against his circuitry. It’s not so sensitive there, not compared to the rest of E’s body, but it’s still enough to make him shift yet again. More deliberately this time.
“P..please.” He replies breathily, trying not to lean desperately into the touch, or take one of Cole’s hands in his own and press it hard against the circuit on E’s inner thigh.
It had been too long since someone had their hands on him like that, and as wonderful and exciting as the man’s gentle touches are, simply looking at his toned body makes it hard to not get lost in the idea of being gripped tight and manhandled. If only a little.
That's it. That one stuttered plea shots down his spine and straight to his cock, fracturing Cole's self-control enough that he gripped E's hips and rolled, E's back on the bed and Cole settled comfortably between his thighs.
"Please what, E?" he breathed as he leaned down to nuzzle E's neck, pressing light kisses to it as the hand beneath E's shirt rose higher, fingers brushing over a nipple. He'd told himself he wasn't going to rush into anything E didn't want, but it was getting increasingly difficult to ignore the siren call of E's exquisite body.
And if it turned out E had pressing needs, well...he was perfectly willing to help with that.