[ Booker blushed a little. He still wasn't used to such easy and genuine praise even though Joe had been working on that too. ]

You do. Any touch feels good from you Nicky.

[ The slower pace made him very aware of Nicky's hand and body and everything. There wasn't any frantic grabbing or biting teeth to distract him from it. It heightened this. ]

You want me to let you do your thing? And not try to touch you back? No, wait, that sounds bad. Touch you like try and get you off too. Until you're done with me.

[ Because there would be something in return. Booker refused to let Nicky give him all the pleasure alone. ]