"Well, I want to be sure I'm doing this properly, don't I?" He stroked again, slowly. "You're the teacher. You're meant to be expanding my horizons. So to speak." He shifted underneath him, teasing.

"Can you blame me for wanting to be thorough?" Another slow stroke of his hand. "For wanting to make sure it's exactly what you wanted?" Dakin continued, accenting those last few words with a series of firmer strokes and as earnest an expression as he could manage.