When Jack circled his opening with a rough fingertip, Paul grunted and pushed back against his hand. A sound resembling a chuckle echoed through his c**k, and he could’ve sworn Jack was smiling, even if his lips never lost the suction around Paul’s shaft. Slowly, carefully—enough for Paul to bet it was a deliberate counterpoint to his snapping hips—Jack eased his finger inside the clenching channel.
Paul whimpered. As soon as Jack had one finger inside him, Paul wanted two. He had the feeling that after that, he wouldn’t be satisfied until he had Jack’s c**k. It had been a very long time since anybody had f****d him, and he wasn’t sure he was quite ready to let Jack do so any time soon, but he still couldn’t shake the thought of Jack sinking into his body, his chest covering Paul’s back,
