They stop momentarily but it's harder than it seems. That question dangles in the air before them, a writhing and clear temptation. A delicious threat.

"Yes," they say, as if hypnotized, their own hands continuing to be disobedient, wandering down Justin's body before snaking between them to grab a gratuitous handful of his groin, the semi-hard curve of it filling their palm. They squeeze. "Yes, sir."