Martin groaned. “Col, please.”
Finding Martin’s prostate, Colin gave it a rub. Martin jumped. “Got something bigger that’ll keep this little button happy.”
“Yeah, give it to me. Want your big cowboy dick.”
Colin shook his head; Martin was really getting into this Western stuff. Was it still called Western in Australia? “Want this cowboy to ride his horse?”
“Yeah, saddle up and start riding.”
Colin laughed out loud, this was just too silly, but he knew his man was really getting off on it.
Colin slid in with one long, slow push, making sure his man could feel the rough denim that surrounded the base of his dick.
“Yeah, that’s it.”
Colin started slowly, he wanted to last a long time, but feared Martin’s filthy talk would undo him way too soon. As he built up a head of steam Colin couldn’t help wonder at his husband’s language; he bet none of the doctors and nurses at the surgery would guess that his man had such a dirty mouth.