A Musebox for Flying Squids

Estinien clamps down on another noise, but can't help one jerk of his hips against that hand before he forces himself to settle back down again. Control over his body is growing harder and harder - as are other things. "I--shouldn't I be doing something too?" he asks, one hand clutching at the bedroom. He wants to jump this man and--and--and he's not even sure, he just wants it.