He definitely did like it. Junior himself was a quiet one, small pants and moans and noises that came from certain motions without crying out or trying to talk. Not more than he already had, anyway, nothing about his body forcing sound so much as further movement. That on-switch of an erection elicited a laugh out of Junior unbidden, pleased and surprised but not startled like before. That was fine. He would work his leg at the same pace as Ash was working his hand, just moving along to the rhythm.

Every moan and sound from Ash only encouraged him further. His hands carded through his hair, then one stayed behind Ash's head while the other traveled down his chest, hand splaying flat to feel along any contours of sculpted muscles rather than any markings on untextured skin. He wasn't sure whether anything he was doing actually helped Ash along, whether he could be helped along, but the illusion of it, of them both coming together like this, was certainly helping.