Any response he could come up with dies on his tongue at the sensation of Mattheiu's second hand, and for a moment he's entirely unable to do much more than groan hot against the man's neck and rock his hips into the touches. It's intense, far more intense than he'd ever have thought, and the small part of his brain that still has overarching thought certainly agrees that Mattheiu was doing a wonderful job of getting him there.

"Interesting," he works out, "and worthy of some experimentation don't you think?"