Does that feel good?" Michael asks, and his voice is intense.
"Yeah…"
"I’d love to lick them. I’d lick them slowly, worship each one. And then I’d lick down your chest, around your naval. Would you like that, James?"
It’s the first time he’s used his name, and the word drips off Michael’s tongue. James shivers in anticipation as his fingers follow the trail Michael’s describing. He can hear the mattress creaking, and a slight groan, as Michael gets comfortable. He sighs in response.
"I wanna grind against you…" The word grind is drawn out so slowly James can almost feel the motion, his hand dusting across his boxers. "I wanna feel you squirm underneath me. Do you know that, James?"
James’s breathing heavily now. He allows himself one quick rub of his hand across his painful bulge. “No… tell me…” He rasps.
"You’re a mess. Your hairs sticking up and shirt is off," Michael starts. "You’re moaning for me. I think about the sound all the time."
James’s hips buck against his hand involuntarily.
"Get’s me hard, James. I can’t help it, when I think about you… I have to touch myself."
"Are you… touching yourself?" James groans, conjuring up images of the other man in his mind, almost real enough to touch.