[The pick up in speed is almost enough to make him actively groan against that heated skin, urges him to move his hands elsewhere, or at least brace himself better on one arm so that he can use his other hand to gently tweak and thumb at the sensitive nipple that he'd had in his mouth only moments prior.
There's no reason for him to really hold himself back from letting go, of making a mess all over Basil's hand, but he is curious as to just how more enthusiastic he might get about the situation, how much more of himself he'll give to this.]
Good boy.
[He praises again, hotly against his ear.]
You're doing good.
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