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[It's the sounds they make more than the sight that gets to him, making him swallow hard. He does remember them saying they like it when he's rough with them, and seeing it demonstrated drives the point home -- they want this. They want this from him, and have been thinking about it. His hand dips past his waistband, pushing his underwear out of the way so he has plenty of space to stroke along his length. Once he firms up a bit more, the tugs quicken, but his eyes never leave Rover and how they touch themself. As much as he'd wanted to tease them and enjoy the show... Ugh. His hand can't compare, never in a million years, no matter how familiar he is with what he likes.]

Rover... You want me? [please please pleasepleaseplease]