It is, but I prefer you more wicked than saintly. We would never get very far otherwise.

[ His fingers clench inwards again, stroking Jewel with more vigor instead of hesitation as he tries to force himself to stop being self-conscious and hyper-aware of himself. His other hand braves stroking gently across Jewel's balls, doing what he can to coax him to full arousal as he leans down to tentatively stroke the tip with his tongue, catching the usual salt-tinged taste of flesh more than anything else. ]

If I let you do anything you wanted in return, what would you do?