“God, Brody.”
Brody got to his feet. “I think I like the sound of that, God Brody, not Brody the beach brat.”
Finn panted, then tugged Brody closer, and pushed their mouths together. He could taste himself, but more arousing than that, Brody melted against his body, and flexed his hips into Finn’s thigh. Brody thrusted against him, and his lustful whines were greedily swallowed in Finn’s mouth.
He grunted, then turned and pressed Brody’s back to the tiles. He winced at the sudden cold, and his cock jolted. Finn went to kneel to return the favor, but Brody grabbed his arm, and he stopped.
“No, stay up here.”