Weps slows his movements a little, making soothing noises against Clay's ear. He gently removes his fingers and straddles Clay's lower leg, gently pushing Clay's other leg up against his chest. He presses one hand on Clay's chest and the other on his hip.

"Perfect, he whispers hoarsely, lining himself up and sliding his cock in slow and deep. Weps gasps with pleasure as seats himself deep, his heart racing. Under his hand, Clay's is racing in time.