Evan heard a light chuckle and he tightened his grip around his own fingers, or he’d do something stupid, like, like grab him and hump him dry.
“Unzip your jeans.”
Evan nearly cried hearing it. He lowered his arms, wincing at the pins and needles stabbing them after having them in one position too long. With his hands shaking, he tried and failed to undo his jeans, until finally he made it.
“Briefs, eh? I knew it. Never thought you were the going-commando type anyway,” Brian purred as he stroked Evan’s bulge through the cotton material.
Evan moaned, thrusting into Brian’s hand. It felt so good. Precum leaked copiously and the wet sound of the fabric against Brian’s hand made him shudder. His chest felt heavy, his breath hitching. His hands returned voluntarily behind his head, his grip
