Alan steps between Jim’s legs. “Finally,” Jim mutters, crossing his ankles behind Alan’s knees. “Now I’ve got you right where I want you.”
Amused, Alan runs a hand up the inside of Jim’s thigh, over ticklish skin that trembles beneath his palm. Then his fingertips brush through thick hair, strumming across Jim’s balls before closing over them.
Jim gasps in delight. “Please,” he whimpers.
“Not so loud now, are you?” Alan massages the nut sack in his hand, then grips the base of Jim’s dick and gives it a gentle squeeze.
“I can be loud if you like.” But Jim’s voice cracks as his hips thrust up off the bed, pushing more of himself into Alan’s hand. “Please,” he says again, as Alan strokes up his stiff cock. “Please, God, Alan, please. Don’t make me beg.”
“You mean this isn’t begging?” Alan closes his hand around the bulbous head of Jim’s dick, enjoying the hot trickle of pre-cum weeping from the tip. “Tell me you want me.”
Jim’s words are barely a whisper. “You know I do.”