Charlie whimpers and half closes his eyes to enjoy the claw. It feels so fucking nice. He cups John's dick between his hand and his messy cheek, sliding against it like a friendly cat.

"In his own trousers. I-in the middle of town." He's so turned on that his own breath is interrupting him. "People everywhere. He's shakin', tryin' to keep it from happening, then - nn - tryin' to keep the look off his face."