“You would. Maybe other places, too.” In illustration, he ran a hand along Leo’s c**k. Gave it a tug. “Here…” Fingers wandering, lower. “Maybe back here, too…”
“Oh fuck.” Leo’s eyes were enormous. “Yes. Yes, that—oh, and now I’m thinking about it—what you could do to me, with that…”
“Yep.” Hand working Leo’s c**k, the right side of roughness: claiming him, pumping him, bringing him closer and closer. Leo was his, and Sam needed him, and needed him to feel it all and know it all and be swept away by the white-hot fire of it, the way Sam himself was. “Got an idea.”
“I love your ideas.” Leo’s legs spread more, an invitation. “Anything you want. Use me, f**k me, play with my c**k if you want…”
Sam leaned over—he still had pants and underwear on, a state of clothing which was rapidly gettin
