"So am I," Weps murmurs, slowly removing his fingers and slicking on a condom retrieved from his shirt. "I hadn't planned this," he whispers, lifting Clay's legs around his waist. Weps positions himself and presses in slow, watching Clay's face and gasping with pleasure as he sheathes himself deep in deliciously tight heat.

He stills a moment, mouth slightly open, then pulls back and smiles breathlessly. "No, I hadn't planned this at all..." he adds as a deep moan of pleasure escapes his throat, "but geez, I'm sure glad I'm here..."