“Yes.” Colby’s hands tugged Jason’s jeans open. “Yes please. Make me feel everything. Everywhere. Yours.”
“You asked for it.” He peeled Colby out of today’s sweater—green, a chunky emerald knit—and clinging dark blue pants and equally clinging sky-blue briefs. “You want orders, baby?”
Colby’s smile went right to Jason’s d**k, but also other places: pulling every piece of him more upright with anticipation. “Tell me what you’d like me to do.”
“You asked before about getting on your knees for me.” He kicked off jeans and boxers, not caring where anything landed. “Come here.”
Sitting on the end of the bed, he got Colby between his spread legs; he touched Colby’s hip. “Not sore?”
“Not much.” Colby knelt while talking, and even put hands behind his back in something like an echo of old req
