“Hm, of course you’d say that,” the switch teases as he strokes his cock. He doesn’t really care who sees, or even if they don’t have enough time because he’s not hell bent on getting Shea off. If only to keep hearing those sinful noises he’s able to pull from the submissive. He puts his hand down Shea’s panties when the other asks for more and wraps his hand around his cock. “Since you asked so nicely,” he says as he begins to stroke the other, thumb teasing over the tip of it.
Shea moaned, unable to help himself when he feels the extra pressure around his length. Elliot’s hand is so familiar, so easy to lose himself in it and forget about everyone else around them. “T-thank you, Daddy,” he whimpers, the title meant directly for the man before him and he wants nothing more than this. He thrusts into the teasing strokes, gasping at the touch to the tip of his cock and it’s not enough, but knows that Elliot will take care of him. He always does. “You feel so good,” he whimpered, tilting his head up to steal a kiss from the other, letting his lips linger against the Switch.