Oh. Aren't you a flatterer? [They don't get to appreciate the sounds of their cocks moving in tandem, but the sloshing of water as he strokes them at a nice speed fills in the space instead.

He leans forward, their chests pressing together and his breath ghosting over Pinocchio's with an amused glint in his eye. He rubs his thumb over the slit on the head of smaller man's cock.] Sweetness. [He sucks in a breath, enjoying that mounting pleasure build in the pit of his stomach.]

This is a dance between the both of us. I want this too. I'm enjoying it too. Your pleasure is mine own. There's nothing that would make me happier than our shared satisfaction.