Jonas is helpless, instantly rendered stupid by the drag against Rupert's leg. His breath shivers as a jolt of electric heat climbs his spine, and with the encouragement, he chases it. Trapped beneath too many layers of clothing, his long-neglected cock throbs in answer to this unexpected attention, but he doesn't have a thought to spare for the strangeness of the moment. It's not important now, that Rupert is a man and Jonas hasn't even considered how this works between men. All that matters is that he's been given the option and he's taking it.

He melts a little bit more with every murmur and every kiss, taking them as permission to make a total fool of himself. With each rut up against Rupert's body, the sounds escaping past his lips become less dignified, until he's practically mewling with need.