Their skin burned against each other, every touch leaving trails of heat in their bodies.
Their hands roamed over one another desperately, gripping and touching, as though trying to find something just out of reach.
Grey shifted on his own, giving his back to Lord Jethro, and holding himself against the desk.
His fingers gripped the edge tightly, muscles taut, every subtle tremor betraying the control he was struggling to maintain.
Lord Jethro pressed his firm body on Grey's back, his hot, hard, and throbbing cock pressing against Greys behind, jerking desperately with its own insistence.
The slick he could already smell drove him even further, his fingers moving instinctively to confirm it was actually there, they slid down Grey's waist and then slipped between Grey's buttocks, sliding in warm, gliding slick.
