So lithe, so beautiful. Jay can't help but groan as Emcee moves with him, against him. He twists his wrist with each stoke, the pad of his thumb finding that perfect spot at the base of his head.

It's getting harder and harder to hold back, his fingers clenching at Emcee's shoulder, his neck, cupping the back of his head in breathless passion. He strokes faster, faster, needing to feel his beautiful lover clench around him.