"I could if you want me to..." he said, kissing his lips then chin and down to his neck, "Love feelin' yea writhe on my fingers like this." And he knew the other man's recovery meant he'd have him soon after wards.

He steadily fingered him, his other hand curling about his drooling cock, thumb brushing over the head.

"Finish like this for me darlin'?" he whispered, craned over his chest, tongue lapping over a nipple before his teeth scraped against it.