The moment Laxus whispered "please" seductively against his ear, a searing heat shot through his entire body, from the tips of his toes to the top of his head.
The sweet scent clouded his thoughts, and Laxus's voice carried a possessive undertone that sent a shiver down his spine.
His mind couldn't keep up with what was happening, but his body responded instinctively, moving in obedience to Laxus's words.
Just as Laxus continued to stroke him with slow, deliberate movements, Rocco wrapped both of his hands around Laxus's much larger length.
It was just barely possible to grasp it with both hands, but the moment he touched it, it twitched and grew even harder, swelling against his palms.
"Ah… Haa… Just like that… Keep rubbing it like that… Yeah, you're doing great…"
Mimicking Laxus's movements, he began to stroke in a similar way.
However, the more he touched it, the harder it became, growing increasingly rigid with each motion.