[ He pauses in his movements just to shoot her an incredulous look. ]

... you think I need to test that to know I'm right? [ As if she's about to get worked up sitting in a little hut, watching him trying to jerk off into a cup. God, it almost feels like she's making fun of him. ] And what d'you fucking think. Of course it's hot.

[ Grumbled even as he pointedly keeps it bundled close to himself, though he does pause to spit in his hand before returning to the task. At least the additional makeshift lubrication helps makes things smoother, and his next breath comes a little hoarser even as he leans his head against the cabana's wall, other hand gripping into his hoodie's fabric to keep it out of the way. ]

I just don't like ... dressing too light. Fucking hate summer.

[ Hence the hoodie, even with a sheen of sweat painted glossy and damp down his throat. ]