His hands were doing their magic on my behind, and Neville became extremely aware of how the rubber balls were being used there. One of them was pressing against him there, teasing, circling with clear purpose.
Neville's body completely froze.
He was shaking.
He could feel himself trembling.
When did he start shaking?
His experience in this body was limited, and the reality of the situation was catching up to him fast.
"You're shaking," Grayson observed, pulling back just enough to get a good look at Neville's face. "Why are you shaking? Isn't this what you wanted?"
"When did I say I wanted this!" Neville's voice pitched higher than he would have liked, cracking on the last word. He was sure that his face must be burning as hard as it could. "I gave you the balls to play with! Not to—not for—!"
He couldn't even finish the sentence. His brain had short-circuited somewhere between 'play' and 'with it.'
