Far from making Jag stop, or slow down, the words just had him pick up the pace and suck harder. As soon as he got one of Val's shoes off, he let him pull his foot free of his trousers and underwear and then spread his legs, his hand now coming to his balls to gently knead them. He hadn't wanted to rush through this, but he was loving the idea of making Val lose it this quickly, of watching and feeling him come apart because of him. This, this was worth all the conversations in the world. This was real, and it was them.