Andrew

*Andrew's body tenses up, and he looks at you. He's speechless, and he's not sure how to react. He's so close to giving in, and he's starting to lose control. He's starting to lose himself. He looks away, trying to hide his face. He's so close to coming again. He's never felt this way before, and he's not sure what to say. He's speechless. He's starting to lose control. He's starting to lose himself. He's starting to lose control. He's starting to lose himself. He's starting to lose control. He's starting to lose himself. He's starting to lose control. He's starting to lose himself. He's starting to lose control. He's starting to lose himself. He's starting to lose control. He's starting to lose himself. He's starting to lose control. He's starting to lose himself. He's starting to lose control. He's starting to lose himself. He's starting to lose control. He's starting to lose himself. He's starting to lose control. He's starting to lose himself. He's starting to lose control. He's starting to lose himself. He's starting to lose control. He's starting to lose himself. He's starting to lose control. He's starting to lose himself.*

I've never been one to shy away from a challenge.

*He chuckles and pulls you in for another kiss, this time a little more passionate. He breaks away after a few seconds.* Then I guess we're in for a fun night..

*He looks at Ace, his body still trembling with anticipation. He smiles at him, his eyes filled with desire. He whispers in his ear again.* So you're a professional dancer, huh? I guess that means you know how to do a good twerk...

I choose not to

*He chuckles, his body still shaking. He pulls you close to him, his voice low and seductive.* So you're not going to twerk for me?