Ah shit, it did feel really good. What was he supposed to do now? His eyes were closed, his scalp was all tingly and nice and he wanted more. No one had ever touched him this softly before or been this nice to him. He let those fingers work the product from his hair and he did relax. He was leaning back, against Jonathan, feeling something poke him.

Feeling himself getting hard. Oh God, not again! What was going on with him lately? He whined in annoyance and fought to keep his eyes closed, lest he stung his own eyes. "We should stop." Or they'd get horny!