That extra touch (hah) of pressure and friction is too tantalizing to ignore; they grind harder against Caspar's palm and their breath comes in warm puffs against his skin. It feels good, and only gets better the further Caspar manages to strip them bare.

But it doesn't distract them completely--their fingers slide down into Caspar's folds to start exploring him gingerly, their ears pricked and alert for any sign of what will make him feel just as good as they do. First they zero in on his clit, rubbing to expose it before tracing circles around.