Milt seemed to see the question in his eyes and shook his head. He fumbled in his nightstand for a moment before coming back with a tube of lube. He angled himself between Russ’s thighs. Their cocks brushed. Russ’s eyes rolled back in his head and his spine arched involuntarily.
Milt reached down and wrapped a wet hand around them. “This,” he whispered. “Just this.”
Russ nodded. He could handle some frottage. He was so hard it would probably only take a minute or two anyway.