Thomas was thankful when the other pulled his hand when he tried to pull it back. It meant the other enjoyed the contact as much as he did and it was a most pleasing thought. His eyes averted down to their joined hands, and he merely watched for a minute how Jackson's hands moved over his palm, how they delicately traced the lines drawn on his flesh. Every brush of the other's skin against his was electrifying and wave after wave of pleasurable sensations wracked his body. "Now, that's a tempting offer." he answered, to suddenly distract himself. "What would that reward be, I wonder..." Boy, this was torture. Gripping his wand tighter, he continued with his work- at least tried to. "Any preferences for A-line skirts, or mini skirts? Or the fabric. Leather, cotton?" he asked, a smirk crawling his face. "I was born to please. Especially when I am promised a reward for any of my efforts. Because I didn't just make myself sound like a whore just now. Merlin." A laugh
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