He felt more than heard Justin walking towards him, opened his eyes, and turned his head. “Don’t stop,” Justin said. “I like it.” He knelt beside the couch, dropping two condoms and a bottle of lube. With a slow, deliberate touch, he ran one hand up Thom’s leg. “Can I help?”
Justin leaned into a kiss, and at the same time, in a movement that was surprisingly fluid, he climbed onto the couch. They felt their ways along each other’s body without ever breaking the kiss, and though Thom’s heart started racing when his knees were pressed back, and his throat and tongue seemed to go completely dry at the touch of Justin’s fingertips first around, then inside his hole, he didn’t stop Justin’s advance. He wasn’t sure he’d have been able to come up with the words to do that even if he’d wanted to. Cognitive ability existed on a plane far removed from where he lay. He was in an existence that resonated with sensation, riding the waves of building desire.