Gideon slid his hand from Jesse’s hips to cup his sac. One good squeeze changed Jesse’s small grunts into open-throated moans. He squeezed again, his knuckles barely grazing Jesse’s shaft. It urged Jesse to move faster, breaking his careful rhythm, making each stroke a little erratic. Gideon bent his knees, planting his feet firmly on the mattress, bracing himself. It wouldn’t take much pushing before they both became completely unbridled, putting Gideon’s body at the mercy of their pleasure.