[He takes it as a reprimand anyway, ready to tug harder in spite, but that flick has a mix of pain and arousal shooting through his chest and he can only manage a high pitched whine. Pietro lets himself fall, only fidgeting to get comfortable once he hits the mattress. He instinctively spreads his thighs further as Drake fingers his shaft.]

Mm.

[His teeth press into his lower lip at the thought of extra stimulation like that.]

That is tempting. How much would it rub, would you say?

[Pietro makes that sound like he's genuinely curious, but his expression gives away the teasing.]

Have I told you I am tactile person? I need physical response, you know, demonstration.