Even though they're not face to face, the position is so intimate, the contact so complete that Weps can feel every movement of Clay's body. He moves his hand to slowly curl round Clay's cock, squeezing and stroking gently, keeping the rhythym, pulling slowly out and sliding back in deep and feels Clay's answering shudder...

Weps breathes in sharply. Suddenly he's very close and a rasping groan escapes him.

"Clay..."