I fisted Axel’s dick and stroked slowly, feeling how hot and pulsing he was. He moaned lowly, opening his eyes and looking at me. 

“Is this okay?” I asked softly. 

“Anything you… do… is okay,” he managed, his voice like gravel. “I just… need… re-relief.”

I nodded, stroking him faster, before I stopped. Axel gasped, his eyes flying open. 

“Relax,” I said as I got to my knees between his legs, not caring about what he said about precious things not ...