"Me too, Sweetheart," he gasps, hips twitching, his sac pulling up from the added stimulation.

And that sound goes straight to his heart. His mouth's watering but his throat's dry as a desert. He swallows visibly. "Yes. You feel so good, Glitch, so good."

The next time Glitch pulls up and sinks down again, he'll push back in. He can't stay still much longer, he needs to move.