“I’m enjoying myself,” Leo informed him, and Sam panted a little and got out, “So glad you’re having fun…” and collapsed against the bed, flat except for ongoing tremors of need. His eyes were dancing; his lips were pink and wet, because he’d licked them.
Leo stroked his c**k with the other hand: a long slow caress, up and down, eased by brimming-over want and lube. “You feel very nice.”
“For someone who used to be new to the whole gay s*x thing,” Sam managed, “you’re way too good at this.”
“It’s not as if I don’t have a d**k,” Leo pointed out. “I know what I like. And also I’m not new to s*x as such. Or even anal, which I have done. And also toys, and also handcuffs, and also—”
“Oh my God are you seriously making a list, right now, on purpose, with your hand in—”
“Well, yes.”
Sam ma
