Adrien's face turned a bright scarlet at Mikyle's words. "It's your fault I'm like this."
"And I plan on taking full responsibility." Mikyle then leaned back down, but this time, his face was leaning over Adrien's cock.
Mikyle brought his calloused hand up and gripped it around the base. With painfully slow movements he slid his hand up while keeping a firm grip on the shaft, squeezing it as he moved up. His thumb nail scraped against the tip causing a shudder to wrack through Adrien's body as both pain and pleasure coursed through him.
Mikyle repeated the same up and down motion, slowly squeezing and pumping him. A moan that was more like a cry burst out of Adrien when Mikyle's thumbnail scraped over the tip of his cock once again. It was such a simple action but it somehow felt heated, bringing out a reaction from Adrien far easier than he thought possible.
