At this point, the sweet words, the baby, the kiss to his neck-- it's a lot. Even more so than the soft touch on his back. He twitches slightly at the first touch but otherwise he can see the movements in the mirrors decently enough. Gooseflesh raises up as fingers run up his fluffy spine, over a bare shoulder. The touch is so much gentler and warmer and real than even his dreams could drum up.

"Fuck--"

He squeezes Hank a little firmer, but gentle all the same, and then reaches for the front of his own pants, unzipping them to show the way his (admittedly, small and dainty, might as well be close to a ladies' thong in structure,) underwear is definitely not big enough to hold back his thick cock. The head strains against the front and leaves a wide gap between itself and the thin waist of his underwear, visibly wet with precum where it touches directly.

"...Still think I'm "baby" with a dick like this?"

Maybe his negative self-image is obvious there, oops.