[ with Lyney sat in the chair, he rests between his legs, one cheek at his thigh, smiling with Lyney's words. Thinking of him in bed? The pressure is on, then--he'll have to make the reality something better, something greater than what Lyney can construct with his mind. ]

Should I take that to mean you need me, then? [ He moves his hand to replace Lyney's, rubbing him slowly through the fabric, feeling out the stiff shape of his cock. If this is any indicator, then yes, Lyney might just need him right now, and luckily he's only too happy to provide. ] The honor is mine. But you should know I don't do this for just any inmate. Regardless of what they need.

[ He leans forward, lips parted, pulling Lyney from his slacks and underwear with a deft hand. No teasing--he works him over in full, heavy strokes within his fist, looking up to gauge his reaction. ]