The hand around his balls- there's a wild thought that crosses over, that seems stupid in retrospect, that no one else has ever squeezed his balls. He has, obviously, over the years, and yet somehow another person doing this thing is a fucking revelation of a moment that has his teeth pressing hard into his lower lip and his hips wanting desperately to move inside the tight heat of M's mouth. That seems... rude, though, so he keeps himself still even as he can't help letting out an almost harsh groan.

One of his hands, one of them slips away from the covers and starts seeking him out, seeking out his shoulder of all things to just... to just pet him, all right? He's very very appreciative and this feels very good and squeezing is a possibly bad idea right now.