Weps sighs as he strokes Clay's body as if he has all the time in the world. He rubs a nipple softly between his fingertips and bites down softly on Clay's neck.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, reaching behind him to the nightstand drawer, "so warm and giving and beautiful."

Pulling back a little from Clay, Weps quickly slicks on a condom and tips some lube on his fingers. Kissing the back of Clay's neck he slowly circles Clay's entrance with his fingers and then presses one home, his other hand sliding round to curl round Clay's cock.

He moans out loud as his finger is surrounded by warmth and he adds another, curling and pressing, searching...