"Why would I want to?" He smiles, thin and mean and amused, and underneath it, warm. Because God, he loves this. It's sweet and dirty and he does, and what send it rocketing into an entirely new level is that Tom so clearly loves it too.

He glances down at Tom's hand, at the slick head of his dick poking out of the end of his fist. He licks his lips. It's a slip, but he does.

"Don't let me stop you. Seriously."