[Ah. That feels nice, her fingers along his neck and in his hair. ...a later date, huh? He's not really equipped to think through that right now; words are just happening as the thoughts enter his brain.]

I need to pull yours, too. Have to prove yours is more...good for pulling.

[After another few seconds, he remembers why they were here doing this to begin with--]

Wait. This was supposed to be for you to get off, not me.