He got wrapped up in the action of it, until he was narrowed down to the point of sucking Newt off. He gasped when Newt pulled him back, making a soft protesting noise and straining, just a little, to try and get back to him. But he brought up a hand and curled his long fingers around Newt's cock.

He was starting to get callouses--from the pole at work, from fucking around with the car, from living--and he wanted to ask how differently it felt from the first time he'd touched Newt's cock, back in early November. But, more than that, he wanted to stroke him off, the noise of it slick and messy, his mouth open for desperate panting.