The first lick is long and hard and treading the edge of aggressive, hard like his hands have been, hard like his cock is, though somehow throughout all this his head has risen above that, and while he feels the lust in a physical way it's distant, contained.

But now with his tongue turning rapid little spirals around the almost delicate pucker of Tom's asshole the physical rushes back in with a roar and he groans thickly, feeling the heat pouring through his veins like a dam's been broken. He wants. He wants to take this body in a way that's not detached touches and blows.

But not yet. He's not finished.