"Yeah, I've never seen you like this," I breathe out, sliding my hands up his thighs as I watch his hand move. I track every movement, watching him touch himself with the same intensity that I'd use to watch tape after a game. Every single movement gets committed to memory, every single twist of his fingers.

"You look amazing," I tell him, pressing my thumbs into the grooves of his hips. "Are you going to come on me, mon chou?"