"Even." Atlas repeats, continuing to stare at Salem like he's a piece of meat. Salem's plan was to make this about Atlas, but the look in his eye has him second guessing that. Atlas always loved turning Salem into a mess, and that's what it looks like he wants to do right now.
"Y-Yeah," Salem stammers, feeling distracted. Atlas moves one of his knees up, so it puts some pressure over Salem's dick, which is also painfully hard. He whimpers, legs closing and looking down at the action. Atlas doesn't take his knee away, just continues rubbing, until Salem's brain feels scrambled.
"You made me cum," Salem says, face turning even more red when he says it aloud. Something flashes in Atlas' eyes, clearly enjoying Salem trying to explain himself. He's also most likely reminiscing about the instance Salem is talking about. "S-So I want... I want to— to make us even, oh my god."
