Data didn't appear to be offering to just yet. His mouth trailed down over his ribs in short kisses, moving slower the further down his abdomen he got and veering near his hip.

He continued to lightly rub and massage him. His sensors were hindered a bit by the gloves but... he could recognize enough in Avon's moaning.

That he wasn't going to pander to.

Instead, he did let his fingers trail up to fondle the base of his cock, but only with irritatingly light caresses. He didn't grip him any substance, and the coarse fabric from his still present coat brushed against his thighs.