Startled by the sound of his own voice, Colneth immediately buried his face in his arm, suppressing the moans that followed.
Hidden by the surrounding bushes, it was unlikely that anyone had noticed his actions. Colneth boldly increased the pressure in his hands, repeatedly probing the cavity. The desire was intense, but through his pants, there was no way to reach inside. He could only scratch the itch through his clothes.
His fingers circled outside, and with this action, all the contained fluid came out, thoroughly soaking his pants. Colneth squeezed his legs together even tighter.
After all, they were still in training, so Colneth didn't dare to indulge too much. He only rubbed when the itch became unbearable and quickly withdrew his hand. Perhaps due to feeling guilty, Colneth instinctively glanced backward and indeed saw Dalgliesh not far away, staring at him.
