Jim took himself in hand, long fingers wrapping around heated flesh. He lifted his head, strained his neck, wanted to watch his hand curve with his thick cock, following its elegant line as it arched away from his body and curled back down towards his stomach. He thumbed over the head, swirling his digit through a pearl of white, slicking the way. Jim smiled at the picture he made, sweat-slicked and belly quivering.
Eyes lifted to the man seated on the edge of the bed. "You ready for this?" Jim teased.
"Always," Leo growled, and closed the space between them.