“How do you want it?” Scott asked thickly. “Do you want me to ride you?”
He hadn’t considered it, but now, the image of Scott’s golden body rising above him seared Duke’s thoughts. “Yes,” he said without pause. “I want to watch you.”
The corner of Scott’s mouth lifted. “I was hoping you would say that. Let me get you ready for that.”
He let go of their cocks to lean for the nightstand, yanking open the top drawer and pulling out the lube and an open box of condoms. Duke was transfixed as Scott scooted back, climbing off his legs to strip his underwear off the rest of the way. He missed the heat, and the weight, and almost grabbed to yank him back, but the promise of what was to come kept him motionless, even refraining from touching himself.
Scott tore the condom open and rolled it swiftly down Duke’s shaft. When he reached for the lube, though, Duke caught his wrist.
“Let me slick you.”