[He wants to point out that it was technically-- still his hand. But he's not bringing down the mood with that, not right now. He gets Steven's meaning anyway.] Trust me, Steven, I know.

[What does he like? He's not-- sure it'll be anything Steven actually likes. Even with Layla, things tended to be rough and hard and intense. Steven was getting flustered enough by a handjob... he doesn't want to ruin things. He doesn't want to make him regret any of this if he can help it.] You don't have to worry about freaking me out, you know. You'd never hurt me... I trust you. I'd be happy with just your hand on me and your voice in my ear.

[He's trying to not ask for-- more than Steven will be able to give.] Maybe I just want to sit in front of that mirror you're gonna grab, so I can watch every expression you give while you sit and touch me however you want, yeah?