Vincent knew that the man was undoing his belt, he did not mind, not one bit. But if he tookit too far, he would have to punish him some how. The fact that his pants were makeing his hard on hurt made it worse when Tim's hand brushed his hairs. Knowing all too well what was going to come next. "Why would you say that? Dancing is supposed to lead to this. Good job" He wanted to pull away, but the sensation was all too great. Leaning his head on Tim's shoulder, he began to softly moan and writh against him, his pleasurable feelings takeing over. Running his own hand down the other's body, to the lining of his pants. Pushing past those, he quickly grabbed Tim's hard dick and stroked softly and slowly.<br/><br/>Moving into Tim's hand he wanted to beg for more, but how would a teacher teach, if he could not do so. Vincent pulled away, slowly removing his hand and walking to stop the music. He redid his pants and tried to cool down, doing so by sitting down. He laughed, musing to himself. "What kind of teacher would I be if you taught me? Now, to make it better, you have to lure the other in as you did with me, you have to make sure you won't get slapped or punched for doing so. Be a little bit slower with comeing on to the other. Right, Nash?"