He's going to get dizzy from all this turning back and forth, but that's half the remarkable joy of this. The attention makes him whimper softly, grabbing Guy's hands and leaning back into him.

"God," he breathes softly, watching the man on his knees in front of him, smiling up at him and stroking him lazily. Without the noise of the club around them, everything feels quiet and close, intimate. Now, he can get a good look at him. He leans his head against Guy's. "We found a good one, didn't we?"