What the hell was he doing? Ten didn't understand. He felt his tongue going against him and he frowned, trying his best not to moan. He'd been with a few guys but none of them ever used their mouth on him. He used his mouth of them. Constantly. He had a very skilled tongue, as he hoped Hobi knew.

At first it felt odd, then it started to make him feel tingly and weird. It wasn't long before he was trying to gulp back needy whines and keep himself as still as he could. How long had Hobi been doing this? He shouldn't be doing this!

Wasn't this his job?