"Told you I will," I murmur, pausing at that little ripple of tension that goes through him, his teeth bared. My hand curled around his dick, stroking him through it, I say, "There's probably a bottle of lotion in the bathroom."

I know he can handle it, and I'm half afraid he might be all insulted by the offer, but for reasons I can't really put words to, I want this to go as smoothly as possible.