"It's not that, I just--" Barnaby starts, before giving a gasp of discontent surprise at the touch of a wet finger to his skin, leaving a trail of cold where the air wicks the moisture quickly away. When the finger is replaced with a tongue, licking and teasing, his already hard cock gives a jump. He fists one hand in the sheets, frustrated, while the other pulls Kotetsu's underwear fully down.

Barnaby is a little too new to the act to be very interested in lengthy playing around, not when there's nothing stopping him from moving past that. He doesn't yet have an appreciation for a slow burn; only an eagerness to see what all of the damn fuss is about. It shows, in the way he wraps his fingers around Kotetsu, squeezing him in his palm. It isn't anything like touching himself.

"Your shirt," he says, when he remembers what he asked a moment ago at all. He snakes a finger lower, exploring, to test the weight of his testicles, what it's like to touch.