Nate's focus was similarly singular, watching Lea ogle his cock even as she professed that there wasn't anything he could offer her. "Tsk tsk, I'm more creative than you think Lea" he teased back, beginning to stroke himself once again after his flourish a moment ago. He stroked himself with one hand again, focusing on the thoroughness of his strokes rather than their speed, hand gliding up and down his cock slowly and caressing over every bit of it tightly as his other hand returned to his balls. Soon they were had the same sheen as his cock, and he massaged them in his tender grip.<br/><br/>He again chewed his bottom lip as Lea sucked on her fingers, watching intensely as her lips wrapped beautifully around her digits one after the other. As she leaned in, toying with both nipples so alluringly, face closer to his cock than ever... he had a brief flash of doubt, and his stroking hand halted to squeeze the base of his cock in resistance of the building pressure her little show was encouraging in him. His nostrils flared as he fought back that most aching, blissful need, the squeeze of his hand around his cock only forcing the rest of it to swell just a bit more. "I'm sure you'll think of something" he grunted, sounding mostly cynical, but with a hint of excitement that caught him by surprise as the pressure subsided and she moved back out of range. She'd never been in danger of a mess when she'd leaned in; he wasn't much of a 'shooter'... at least when he was masturbating. Hand beginning it's slow journey up and down his cock once again, he looked over at Matty as she stripped Ayameko's shirt off her.<br/><br/>He stood up from his seat, the pleather couch damp with a bit of sweat where he'd sat, a subtle indicator of just how hard he was edging himself. In standing up, he kept himself from thrusting his hips instinctively as he did when he masturbated sitting, something which only made his build quicker usually. This also put him closer to Lea than ever, the position of their feet having been relatively close when he'd been sitting. "I don't think that's a fair fight, but you're on" he told her, eyes locked on hers. There was an implied compliment in his statement, an admission of her sensuality. His gaze broke from hers, looking again over her shoulder at Matty and Ayameko, pondering how best to approach the foxy professor without 'butting in' as his hand<i>schlick shlick shlick</i>'d over his cock inches from Lea's tummy...