Andy’s breath caught and he thrust up into the touch, already chasing fasterand harderand more. “Oh, God, oh…Nnnng.” He grabbed Scooter’s ass with both hands and tried to pull Scooter down against him, making a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a groan. “Okay, okay,” he begged, “no more bad jokes, just…”
Scooter got the lube packet, slit the top open with his teeth. “What, Andy, what is it you want, baby?” He wet his fingertips with the thick, slippery goo. Nudged Andy’s knee aside to get in between his legs. “This?” Scooter circled Andy’s hole with one slicked finger, teasing at the muscle, rubbing against the crease.
“God, yes,” Andy sighed. “Scooter, honey, God…More, give me more.” He lifted his head enough to claim a kiss, then dragged his lips down Scooter’s neck, leaving a sharp bite at the meat of Andy’s shoulder.