Weps smiles and drops to his knees at the side of the bed in between Clay's spread legs. He leans forward and lowers his mouth to Clay's neck, sucking gently, then he licks down Clay's chest and belly, his tongue sliding into Clay's navel.

He stops and looks up, bringing the fingers of one hand to Clay's throat, gently stroking the heated damp skin, feeling Clays' pulse racing under his fingertips.

"I wanna hear you, too," he whispers, "wanna hear you when I suck you down my throat."