Super Normal About Ossans

Your hands trembled with excitement as they carefully wound a strip of thin fabric around Caleb's knuckles. He was still as he stood in front of you, allowing you to move and adjust him as you needed until the wrapping was secured around his wrist. Placing his other hand in your open palm like a well-trained dog, he watched you wind the black strip in the same pattern.

You would have been embarrassed by the way you were shaking if Caleb wasn't also panting, just barely, even though his warm-up was already over. A fine sheen of sweat glistened across his shoulders and gathered at his hairline; not enough to stick his bangs to his forehead just yet, but enough to catch on his fingers when he smoothed his hair back with a hand he couldn't keep still.

Behind him, Sylus pulled out his own wraps, deep red and well-loved, and held them in a loose fist as he waited. His hip cocked to the side and he crossed his arms over his chest; he was willing to wait patiently, but you could see in his stance that he wanted your attention.

Caleb's broad chest filled your peripheral vision, completely blocking the rest of Sylus' gym from view as you finished tugging the hand-wrap. You made Caleb flex his hands, watching the straps pull and give as his ligaments moved underneath. They were snug but nonrestrictive, and you patted him on the forearm with a smile to let him know he was ready.

"Ya sure you want us to do this, pipsqueak," he asked before he stepped away, looking down at you with rounded eyes. You nodded, squeezing his wrapped wrist and smiling with more teeth than you should.

"Oh, absolutely. You have no idea what this is gonna do for me." Sylus stepped to Caleb's side, filling the space before Caleb even had a chance to fully step out of it. He laughed at your excitement, completely amused by the situation he had agreed to.

You wanted to watch them fight. You had said it so casually at dinner the night before, and you would have blamed it on the wine Sylus insisted on accompanying the lavish meal if not for the fact that the thought had been plaguing you for months. Would have waved your hand and laughed the whole conversation off as a thoughtless musing.

But then Caleb agreed, always willing, always ready to melt into whatever role you wanted of him. And so did Sylus, delighted by the clear expression of your wants, and ever accommodating to whatever will stoke the growing heat in your chest. It took no convincing on your end—they were captive to your every will and whim, happily.

So, here they stood, allowing you to wrap their wrists and knuckles with excited tenderness, knowing they will be doing something very not-tender as soon as you deemed them ready. You pulled the wrap tight and fastened the velcro, making Sylus flex like Caleb just had. The fabric creaked as he curled his fingers, knocking his knuckles together to test the impact. Satisfied, he stepped back, checking his shoulder against Caleb's as he walked to the edge of the ring.

"Be sure to give me your best," Sylus said, pushing the middle rope down with his boot and gesturing with an open palm for Caleb to enter. Caleb scowled as he bent under the top rope but held the middle down for Sylus to enter as well.

"I only ever give my best," Caleb replied as he let the rope pop back into place. They held each other's eyes for a moment, then looked at you in sync, watching as you approached the ring and rested your elbows against the top rope.

There was a look of manic delight in your eyes, twinkling anticipation that, to anyone else, would have made them concerned for their safety. But to Caleb and Sylus, this look was addictive; they each had your full attention and knew there was no where else in the world you wanted to be. Sylus tilted his head towards you, his hair sweeping over his playful eyes.

"Any rules you want to set for us, sweetie? Or do you want this to be an all out brawl?"

"Maybe a 'winner takes all, loser has to leave you alone for good' situation," Caleb asked, leaning into your space. Sylus scoffed, rolling his shoulders to loosen them.

"But you've already done that once," he replied, voice teasing and light, "I would hate to make you do it again." Caleb turned to him, expression scathing and fully annoyed. You laughed, the sound light and twinkling in the warming air of the gym. At the sound, both men returned their attention to you, watching you expectantly.

"Rules, yes," you started, lifting a finger to mark the start of a list, "First, no evol. I want muscles and technique only." They nodded, and that sweet heat that had been simmering in your stomach since dinner started to build in anticipation. You raised another finger. "Second, minimal striking. That means I want grappling, throws, and holds." Sylus tsked, displeased, but did not interrupt.

"Are you going to be keeping score," Caleb asked, to which you shook your head.

"Nope," you said with a pop, "Only way to win is submission. Go until someone taps, though knowing you two, someone's gonna be unconscious by the time this is over." Your lips curled over your teeth in a smile you couldn't stop.

"You seem way too excited about that, pips," Caleb said, though his smile mirrored yours, all teeth and the thrill of impressing you. His eyes sparkled in the overhead lights, squinting with the force of his smile, and you couldn't help but pull him by the front of his shirt, pressing your lips against his hungrily. He laughed into the kiss, teeth scraping your lips before soothing them with his own.

Pulling away with a groan, you pushed him back into the ring so that he couldn't press more kisses against your cheeks. He whined, wounded, and pushed against your outstretched arm with his solid chest.

"Of course I'm too excited about it, this is literally a dream come true for me." You reached into your pockets for two plastic containers and handed one to Caleb, who took it from you with a pout. Sylus stepped up to you and you placed the other container in his hand. He raised a silver brow and bent at the waist, leaning his head close and brushing his nose against yours.

"Well?" His voice dragged and his breath fanned over your lips, and you knew exactly what he wanted. Your hand rose to his cheek, pressing your palm flat against his warm skin, and you gently slotted your lips against his. His free hand slid under the top rope and around your waist, resting heavy and hot through the thin fabric of your shirt, and he kissed you languidly. When you pulled away, you smiled against his lips, pinching his cheek.

"And don't pout," you said, pulling at his cheek, "I said minimal striking, not none. You can still throw a punch, but if I wanted to watch you box, I'd go to another one of your matches." He chuckled and pecked your lips once more before moving away.

"I think you're just trying to give your golden boy a fighting chance," he said, popping open the plastic container to reveal a thick mouth guard. He fit it over his teeth and handed the container back to you. Caleb scoffed, sound muffled by his own mouth guard. He slipped the container into your pocket through the ropes and walked to the center of the ring.

"Neither of you need a handicap," you clarified, fingers tightening around the covered metal cording of the rope, "I just want this to last more than five minutes." You watched them move around in the ring, meeting in the middle to exchange a few words and a clasping of hands as a show of good sportsmanship, before they turned their attention to you again.

You pulled the whistle dangling around your neck to your lips, letting it hover there for a moment as you tried to temper the excitement building in your stomach, before blowing once, sharp and quick. Immediately their focuses narrowed, mental blinders raised as they circled each other.

Caleb lifted his feet carefully from the mat with each step, toe dragging, then heel, so that he never fully left the canvas. He kept his hips facing out, body nearly perpendicular to Sylus'. His arms hovered in front of his face, fists tight and shoulders raised near to his ears where his head ducked behind his floating guard. Eyes dark and pupils blown wide, his demeanor cool and stormy compared to just moments before.

Sylus bounced on the balls of his feet, small hops that he matched to Caleb's slow circling. His fingers curled into loose fists, guard low but cautious as he watched Caleb move. He lunged a half step with his forward foot, feigning a right jab to gauge his reflexes.

Reading him quick, Caleb raised his guard, then dropped it back to neutral. His eyes focused first at Sylus' chest, then darted to his pelvis just in time to see his shin coming right towards his face. Caleb caught it between his forearms, shoulders absorbing the impact and allowing him to turn his back into Sylus' front.

Using his momentum against him, Caleb shot one foot backwards to trip the one Sylus pivoted on and pulled him over his hip. His back slammed against the canvas, the sound echoing off the hard walls of the gym.

You felt the impact in your stomach, gut twisting with arousal as you watched Sylus hit the mat. They were already sweating, skin slick and darkening parts of their clothes, and your hairline prickled with your own excitement. You were getting wetter by the second, could feel the uncomfortable glide between your legs as you rubbed your thighs together. It was going to be brutal when the fighting made it to the canvas.

Sylus pushed against the soft part of Caleb's hip with the heel of his boot, sending his opponent stumbling back and giving him enough space to sweep his legs back under himself. He rose from the floor like a submerged buoy resurfacing—quick and bouncing, surprisingly light on his feet as he re-upped his guard. He closed in fast on Caleb, who was still recovering from nearly losing his balance.

He swung wide with his left fist, elbow high, forcing Caleb to block with his right. Lightning fast, Sylus dove under Caleb's raised arms, wrapping his hands around the backs of Caleb's thighs and pushing up against his chest with his shoulder. Pulling Caleb's legs up and to the side, he lifted him in the air, suspending him almost delicately before slamming his upper back against the mat.

Sylus landed on him, knee pressing into Caleb's stomach to hold him down. He punched with each hand, trying to stun him enough to stop the wild bucking of his hips. Even on his back, Caleb's strong thighs nearly pushed Sylus off of him, and though the knee spearing his stomach was agonizing, Caleb did not relent.

Watching them on the ground had you hypnotized. The tensing of Caleb's thighs as he worked to thrust Sylus off, the way Sylus hunched over him, fists raining against his forearms. You couldn't stop your hand from palming your chest, pinching and pulling your nipples for some kind of relief.

Caleb forced his eyes to stay open, watching for a slip in Sylus' barrage. The man above him was focused, his red eyes glinting with a dangerous intensity that had Caleb biting down hard on his mouth guard. He planted his heels on the canvas and bridged his hips, digging Sylus' knee deeper into his abdomen.

Sylus' knee finally slid from Caleb's middle, sweat and movement freeing him enough to throw his own leg up and around Sylus' chest to try to regain the advantage. He pushed with the backs of his shoulders and pressed his palms against the mat on either side of his head, allowing Sylus to land a few hits to his nose and jaw so that he could wrest him onto his back.

You could hear their twin grunts from your place outside of the ring as Sylus landed hard, barely having a chance to regain his breath before Caleb pushed his face into the mat with an open hand. The pressure of his grip crushed Sylus' nose against the ground, and combined with the weight of Caleb bearing down on his chest, Sylus was quickly getting light-headed.

He could feel Caleb winding his legs higher, successfully wedging one in his armpit and working to pull the other up and around his neck. Sylus was looking down the barrel of a merciless triangle choke, Caleb's fingers now tight in his hair. With the elbow of his trapped arm, Sylus dug into Caleb's hip and flattened his forearm across Caleb's pelvis, slotting the heel of his palm on his inner thigh. This effectively blocked his thighs from forming the triangle that would all but guarantee Sylus' loss.

It was filthy, the way Caleb was panting above him, the purple of his eyes lost in the way his pupils were blown. Blood poured from his nose, dripping onto Sylus' cheek and running onto the mat. Though he didn't let his mind wander for long, Sylus took a moment to appreciate the burning need to win that wafted off of Caleb in waves. His body was fire-hot to the touch, and Sylus wouldn't be surprised if there were heat brands where Caleb's thighs shook around his torso.

The erection pressing against his forearm was also plenty distracting. It wasn't the smartest thing for Caleb to be cup-less, and even less ideal for him to be hard, but Sylus would be a hypocrite if he said anything about it, considering he was in the same predicament.

This wasn't the first time Sylus had fought for you, but the feel of your attention this time was different—charged, heavy, and stoking something foul in his chest. He wanted to win, wanted to conquer, wanted to get Caleb on his front and mount him in a show of force. Wanted you to watch as he put your puppy-of-a-boyfriend through the canvas.

He would do that to you, too, once he won. But first, he had to get to Caleb's back somehow. With his free arm, he dug his elbow into the mat, using it to jack his left side up while simultaneously grabbing the fabric of Caleb's shorts and pulling in a bid to tip him to the side. Top-heavy and unbraced, Caleb toppled, catching himself on his hands.

Before he had the chance to roll out of danger, Sylus was on him, chest to back and right arm snaking under Caleb's chin. Twisting at the waist, he rolled them again so that Caleb was laying on top of his body, allowing Sylus to lock his long legs around Caleb's middle.

Caleb swung his elbows back hard, aiming for any soft spot he could reach. He knew this was trouble, working to plant his knees against the mat again to gain some kind of leverage, but Sylus was a solid weight on his back and the harder he tried to sit up, the tighter the choke became. As he struggled, he could feel the hard line of Sylus' erection digging into his back, and it nearly broke his focus.

"There we go," Sylus' low whisper tickled the back of Caleb's ear as he finally looped his other arm behind Caleb's head to press it forward. Frantic, Caleb dug at Sylus' forearms, blood and air in short supply. Sylus pulled them both backwards, bridging Caleb's back up and forcing the crown of his head to hover over the canvas.

Sylus used his grip on Caleb's neck to tilt his head back further, the choke lessening enough for blood to rush to Caleb's face, nearly deafening him with the roar of it in his ears. Through it, though, he could hear Sylus' mocking tone.

"Open your eyes, sweet boy," he said, and Caleb could feel the pleased rumble of his voice against his back, "Look at her." He did, prying his eyes open to the sight of you at the edge of the ring. His vision was upside down from the way Sylus dangled his head over his shoulder, but he could clearly see your flushed face. You were panting and holding onto the rope with one white-knuckled hand while the other was under your shirt. You did nothing to hide the way you were playing with your chest while you watched them.

"Oh—Fu—" Caleb could almost speak with the way Sylus' grip had slackened, but it suddenly tightened again, and he was powerless to fight it. The sight of your pleasure sapped his brain of any of the blood that had made it through his compressed carotid, and he was out in seconds.

You were focused on Caleb's face, knowing even through the pleasure that fogged your mind that he was likely to pass out at any moment. As soon as his eyes rolled and his grasping hands went limp, you ripped your fingers away from yourself and blew the whistle. Sylus immediate released his choke, rolling Caleb carefully onto his side and supporting his back.

He came to quickly, coughing and rubbing his sore neck. When he rolled onto his back, Sylus was already up and looming above him, pressing the flat of his boot against Caleb's still-hard cock.

"Fuck," he hissed, still light-headed and disappointed by his loss, and unable to stop the way his hips jerked against Sylus' shoe. He didn't mean to, but he hadn't realized just how hard he was until felt the pressure. It was just on the right side of painful, and, though he would never admit it, Caleb whimpered not at the pleasure of the contact, but instead at the way Sylus leered down at him on the mat.

"Stay down, puppy," Sylus said, breathing hard with sweat dripping down his neck. Caleb watched the drops pool in the dips of his collar bones and suddenly felt parched. He pawed at his face, pulling his mouth guard out and shoving it into his pocket to deal with later.

Sylus held his hand out to you, calling you into the ring. You jumped through the ropes, nearly tripping over them in your scramble to meet them at the center. Grabbing his outstretched hand, you held it up above your head as a sign of victory and cheered. He leaned his head down near to yours and waited expectantly. You kissed his cheek, avoiding Caleb's blood that was still shimmering above his jaw.

You dropped down onto your knees next to Caleb's head, cradling it sweetly and smiling. He looked up at you with sparkling eyes, face split in a blinding grin stained red by the blood lining his teeth.

"You did great, Caleb," you cooed, kissing his forehead, "I'm so sorry you lost, but you looked really good doing it." He nuzzled into your palm, kissing your thumb and smearing it with blood. He reached a hand to touch your face but stopped with a groan, and when you looked up you saw Sylus pressing even harder against Caleb's groin.

"He really did," Sylus agreed and pulled his foot away, stepping over Caleb's torso to be closer to you, "Maybe you should give him a treat for being such a good sport." He removed his own mouth guard, tucking it away in his pocket, and pulled you off of your haunches. You looked up at him questioningly, but were met with his large cock bouncing free from his shorts.

It smacked against your cheek and you giggled, reaching out to grab it by the base, but Sylus stopped you. He pointed down at your hips, then at Caleb's red face, his mouth hanging open as he looked up between you and Sylus.

"Take off your pants, sweetie, and give him a treat." Caleb nodded, smile manic, and lifted his hands to help you strip. He wrestled your pants and underwear down to your knees then pulled you by the hips until your bare core hovered over his face, resting his head on top of your bunched clothes. His hands were insistent as they pulled you down, nearly slamming you against his face. You tried to hover, wanted to be considerate of his possibly broken nose, but he just grunted against you, sucking and licking without mercy.

"Oh, Ca—leb," you whined, hands falling to Sylus' hips to brace yourself against Caleb's assault. He moaned unabashedly, clutching your hips even harder to hold your twitching hips in place. Your eyes clenched as the waves of sensation crashed over you, heightened by the smell of their sweat and the echo of their bodies hitting the canvas reverberating in your mind.

"Now open up, kitten," Sylus rumbled above you, tapping the head of his cock against your lips, "Let me claim my prize." You opened without hesitation, letting him slide his length past your lips happily. He slid in deep, the musky taste of pre-cum and sweat blooming over your tongue as you dropped your jaw to accommodate him.

He was too big to fit entirely in your mouth so you slid your hands from his hips to the base, fingers meeting your lips as he thrust. You groaned, long and deep, around his cock when Caleb grazed his teeth over your clit. He nipped lightly, grip iron-tight so you couldn't squirm away. The stretch of your lips and the slide of Caleb's tongue overwhelmed you quickly.

You were defenseless against their movements, finally relaxing your hips so that Caleb could move you as he pleased. Sylus wound his fingers through the hair at your nape, holding you still as he fucked into your hot mouth. He pushed deeper and deeper until you gagged, the head of his cock breaching your throat. Your throat spasmed around him but you didn't pull away even as your eyes watered and your body fought against the intrusion.

Sylus pulled a moan from you with each thrust, the long sound cut short each time he hit the back of your throat. You finally opened your eyes and looked up at him, catching the way his brows were pulled together, as if your mouth felt so good it hurt. He thrust deep a few more times before he withdrew completely, and you whined at the loss.

"Don't worry," Sylus said as he bent at the waist to loop his arms under your shoulders, lifting you effortlessly from your knees, "I'm not done with you yet." Caleb rose with you, growling as his fingers dug into your thighs, until he finally relented, dropping back against the canvas with a thud. His face glistened, both with your wetness and the blood that still oozed slowly from his nose, and he scowled as you were pulled away.

You weren't gone from him long, however. Sylus turned you around, setting you on your hands and knees over Caleb, and pulled your pants down to your ankles so that you could spread your knees wide enough to straddle the man under you. You rolled your hips down against Caleb's throbbing erection, earning you a full-throated moan.

Caleb wrapped his hands behind your neck and pulled you down to him, pressing his tongue into your mouth in a sloppy kiss. You tasted iron and your own slick, disgust and pleasure twisting into something scalding in your gut.

A hand appeared between your shoulder blades, pushing your chest even further against Caleb's, and another gripped around your hip, pulling your ass high into the air. You felt Sylus kneel behind you, tops of his thighs pressing against the backs of yours. His cock set heavy between your cheeks as he leaned across your back, hooking his chin over your shoulder. He clicked his tongue to get Caleb's attention, a rude habit he's grown into that pissed Caleb off every time.

Caleb also responded every time, much to Sylus' delight. He pried one of his sunset eyes open but didn't move away from you, still languidly running his tongue against yours as he looked at Sylus.

"Touch yourself, sweet boy," he instructed Caleb, "but don't cum." Caleb frowned and you pulled away from his lips, pressing your cheek against his chest and mouthing against his throat.

"Aww, Sylus, come on," you said in between kisses, "that's too mean. You gotta let him cum too." Sylus lifted from your shoulder, pulling back at the hips just enough for his cock to slide down between your cheeks and rest against your entrance. He held there, pressing against the tight ring of muscles teasingly.

"Of course he can, just not until you do." Sylus peered over your shoulder again, catching Caleb's eyes. "Think you can handle that?" Caleb nodded, hand snaking down his front and under the waistband of his shorts. He gripped himself tight but otherwise kept his hand still.

Sylus slid his hands along your sides, settling firm in the dip of your waist, and he pressed forward. Your jaw fell open, panting hot against Caleb's neck as Sylus slowly fucked into you, small thrusts that hit you deeper and deeper until he bottomed out. The noise he made behind you was more growl than groan, gritting his teeth at the way your heat enveloped him.

He gave you no time to adjust, body already close to its limit from the sweaty grappling with Caleb and the sweet softness of your mouth. The pace he set was brutal; shallow, hard thrusts that rocked you against Caleb's chest. You felt Caleb's shoulder moving under you, his strokes in time with Sylus' thrusts.

The wet sound of skin slapping filled the wide gym, obscene in the way it echoed back to the three of you writhing atop the mat. Caleb's whimpers danced over your ear, his voice high, tinny, and breathless.

"Did we—hah—Did we do good, honey," he asked, kissing your temple as you drooled open-mouthed into the hollow of his throat. His free hand slipped between your chests, fingers finding your pebbled nipple and pinching. His name slipped from your lips in a high keen and you nodded.

"Yes, yes. You both did so go—od," you hiccuped, body shaking under the onslaught of Sylus' unrelenting thrusts. One of his hands left your waist, sliding through the sweat gathering in the valley of your spine, and gripping your hair at the roots. He pulled, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to guide your neck back and torso up to expose your chest. Caleb leapt at the opportunity, bending forward to suck your other nipple into his mouth.

You weren't going to last long, not with the way Sylus was pounding against the backs of your thighs combined with Caleb's eager lips on your chest. Your arms wobbled as they tried to hold you up, nearly collapsing after one particularly sharp thrust from Sylus that hit the sweetest spot within you.

Yowling, your elbows buckled, but you were caught by Sylus' strong arms wrapping around your middle. He heaved you up, pulling your torso vertical, ripping your chest away from Caleb. He snarled, lips pulled back over his teeth in displeasure.

"Stop—fuck—taking her away from me," he panted, pulling himself from his shorts and reaching for where Sylus was splitting you open.

"Win next time," Sylus responded, his heavy breaths fanning over your temple, "and I'm sure she'll let you have her—hah—for as long as you want." You nodded, delirious and only upright because of Sylus' grip. You lifted your weak arms, splaying your hands over your stomach to soothe the fullness you felt. Caleb's fingers found your clit, thumb pressing hard against the bundle. Your voice was hoarse, moan ripping from your throat like it hurt.

"Need you to cum, need it so bad," Caleb said, watching you writhe in Sylus' arms. His orgasm was building too fast, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He pressed against your clit in hard circles, ready to rip your orgasm from you with his bare hands if he needed.

Lights sparked in your vision as you felt the first wave of release rock against you, jaw dropping and voice disappearing for a beat. You clenched around Sylus, body fluttering and muscles pulling taut. Small ahs tumbled from your shaking lips, hot cord in your stomach finally snapping.

You went slack in Sylus' arms, orgasm robbing you of nearly all your strength, leaving you only enough to to endure his last few thrusts. Caleb groaned deep in his chest as he watched you twitch, spilling into his hand and splattering his shirt. He thrust up into his fist in tiny jerks to milk himself completely, enraptured by the blissful haze covering your eyes.

Sylus huffed against the juncture of your neck where he rested his head, focused now on chasing the release your body so willingly offered him. The coil tightened in his gut, sinking his teeth deep into your sweating skin like he worried you were going to run off before he could finish. You made a weak noise, body rocking with each thrust and feeling like nothing but a vessel for pleasure.

He came with a deep sound that rolled against your back like thunder, his last thrust before he spilled into you so deep you swore you could feel it in your chest. You took each drop, body buzzing and full, overwhelming warmth pouring through your veins.

You blinked your blurry eyes, looking down at Caleb still lying under you with his fingers brushing against the tops of you thighs. He smiled at you weakly, his body even more ragged as your own. Sylus kissed at the spot on your neck that had throbbed under his teeth, loosening his arms until the held you instead by the sides of your ribs.

Lowering you down into Caleb's waiting arms, Sylus slowly pulled himself free from your still spasming body and gently pushed you so that you laid flat against him. Their hands were so light against you compared to just moments before, voices quiet as they soothed you. Your mind had disappeared within a cloud of content, barely noticing Sylus leave or return, only the rough glide of a towel against your sore legs.

"Was that everything you wanted it to be, pipsqueak" Caleb asked, murmuring against the crown of your head and fingers gliding over the back of your arm. You nodded and hummed, letting Sylus pull your clothes back in place so that you were covered against the humid air. They both cooed at you, letting you lay comfortably against Caleb's plush chest until Sylus finally gathered you in his arms and carried you from the ring.

He sat you on a stack of jumpboxes, letting you get your bearings before he returned to Caleb, still sprawled out in the center of the ring. You couldn't hear them from where you sat, but Sylus was as gentle with him as he was with you, helping to pull him to his feet. They walked to the edge of the ring, Caleb leaning against the rope and smiling dumbly at you while Sylus' eyes twinkled at the satisfaction written on your face.

"How do you boys feel about a round two," you asked, voice rough and ragged. They laughed, one happily, the other challenging. Caleb turned to Sylus, competitive spirit surging through him again.

"Best two outta three?" Sylus' brow shot up, surprised chuckle tumbling from his chest. Before Caleb could react, Sylus' hand gripped the underside of his jaw and pulled his face close. They were nose to nose for a tense moment, then Sylus crashed their lips together in a kiss meant to bruise. He pushed him away by his jaw, lips releasing with a pop. His voice was all heat and thrill when he responded.