Weps stands back a little, bringing up a hand to hold Clay's wrists above his head. He returns Clay's gaze - his eyes an exact mirror of those looking at him and Weps moans low in his throat as Clay licks his lips. Almost instinctively Weps does the same to his own. His cock is hard, confined in his pants and he aches to be touched.
Letting out a shuddering breath and still holding Clay's wrists, Weps bends his head and bites harder on Clay's other nipple, while the fingers of his other hand trace the outline of Clay's erection through his jeans, stroking, teasing.
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Date: 2004-03-24 03:00 am (UTC)Letting out a shuddering breath and still holding Clay's wrists, Weps bends his head and bites harder on Clay's other nipple, while the fingers of his other hand trace the outline of Clay's erection through his jeans, stroking, teasing.