All of a sudden, Ryan didn’t want to be one of those takers anymore.
“It wouldn’t be good.” His voice was firmer, matching the now-determined pulls at his cock. “I’d make sure it was great.”
The catch of Johnny’s breath was audible over the streaming water, his hand flying faster down his length. Most of the soap had washed away, exposing the velvety crown and the steady stream of pre-come seeping from the slit.
“Tonight,” Johnny rasped. “God, please tell me you won’t make me wait longer than tonight to get you.”
“I won’t. Tonight, you can be as handsy as you want.”