[ Scout is divided between his perceived trust in Spy, his actual trust in Spy, his compass for how straight he is, and how much that matters. His hand pauses, even the flick of his thumb across the head of his cock. He peers down at the other man. ]
What's that?
[ Did he agree to something for this? He can't remember now. The physical stimulation has fractured his admittedly simplistic mind. ]
no subject
What's that?
[ Did he agree to something for this? He can't remember now. The physical stimulation has fractured his admittedly simplistic mind. ]