Can't Help Himself

"What can I say? You're just my type."

Dr Dandy smiles at that, his hands hovering just over the still erecting genitalia. He offers another snack and Steven whinces again. He looks down to see Dr Dandy is even smiling! His hands seemingly to caress the young mans cock while not even touching it, sending a flush through the mans body.

"Very cute. Wanna keep it up? I'm starting to think you don't want the treatment at all..."

It was as much an accusation as an invitation. The sexual tension lingered between the two for a moment until Steven's tip reached the nitrile glove and was rewarded with its third smack. This time however it was more. As if the tension was bringing forward an aggression from the young doctor.