His fingers came out, slow and with far more care than necessary. Felt Newton's muscles tightening around him as he went. Hermann exhaled a steadying breath. Watching Newton squirm, feeling echoes of his desire and frustration- all lurid desperation and temptation, 'resistable' was far from an apt descriptor.

Hermann sat back and let his lube-slick fingers slide along Newton's bare legs, then finally started work on his belt and pants. Which position would be easier, he wondered.

"Hm, on your knees then, I think. It will help if I can lean against you a bit."