Axel didn't understand why his hand remained on Ivan's cock, why he couldn't pull away even though he knew he should have.
The heat radiating through the fabric spread into his palm, the hardness pushing up against his hand with a firm weight that made the shape of it outline itself clearly against his skin. The sudden throb he felt under his touch.. pulsing twitch that pressed forward again, made it hard for his fingers to move away.
The warmth of it, the way it filled his hand, the way Ivan's body reacted against his palm… all of it held him still, as if his hand had locked itself there without his permission.
He wanted to feel it again, wanted to feel the next pulse and the next shift of heat, and that wanting made him keep his hand there longer than he should have.
