"I do not believe I am supposed to..." Data muttered, pressing his lips near his knee and starting to trace the muscle of his thigh with his mouth. He discretely pulled his gloves off, dismissing them off the end of the bed and then reaching to fondle him again.

He nuzzled at his base even as he fondled him. "...But I am enjoying it." He received a faint, mustache prickly kiss against his solid shaft. He gently felt his entrance with his fingertips, tracing around the tight ring of muscle again all too briefly.