And he still can't bring himself to watch what Obie is doing to him, so all he has to go on is what it feels like, and the human sense of touch is notoriously unreliable about scale.

With a soft whimper, somewhere in between the two varieties previously described, he rocks his hips up and opens his legs a little wider. He doesn't look like he's doing it deliberately—looks, in fact, like he wishes he wasn't.