This scenario was more arousing than he'd given it credit for. Though some of it was definitely Newton's desire, it thrilled him to be bent over and ground against, all while Newton's name decorated his skin.

"Oh," he groaned, bracing himself on the boxes. "Yes- yes, of course."

Leaning his weight on one arm, Hermann dropped a hand to his belt and pulled it free. Unzipped his trousers and let them fall.

"Anything you want," he promised. "I'm yours."