Nate sighed breathily into the kiss. He opened up to him, feeling his tongue in his mouth. His own moved to meet his, not wanting it to end. But it was pretty damn obvious that he wasn't in control. He pouted when Alan pulled away. His mouth was swollen and his face was flushed. Nate whined low in his throat. How much longer could he hold out, really? It really didn't help that Alan kept teasing him. Between his teasing his hole and stroking him through the skimpy underwear...Nate moaned again. Frustrated he struggled a bit. He knew Alan could easily overpower him. Nate squirmed and bucked.<br/><br/>"It's not enough," he groaned, his head thudding against Alan's shoulder. "I woke up hard and I kept thinking about that machine you put me on." It seemed he was remembering what had happened during his heat cycle. "I couldn't do anything a-and I want to experience that again. Oh, Alan. Please put your fingers in me. I'm so hard."<br/><br/>He continued to buck and squirm, trying to get more, hoping it would be enough to get him some sort of relief.