( He parts his mouth to answer, which means he can't hide the first lewd sound that escapes his lips - and he immediately closes it, red as hell. But there's no doubt from the way soft gasps escape him and he shifts into the touch that he's feeling it :/ )

Hey— Don't— When I'm trying to, mmh, answer—

( ugh!!! He can spare one hand to push at Brad's chest to emphasize his point. )

I just— I'm yours, aren't I? So you get to decide what we are, now. And— if I hated it that bad, I'd say somethin'...

( He'll probably regret letting it slip he's into the idea too, but alcohol leads to looser lips and less awareness, so, )