“Leak all you want.” Bobby chuckled.
“I like this laughing in bed. It’s nice,” Bobby said in a soft voice.
“I do too. Ass up, knees under,” Keith ordered.
* * * *
Bobby moved into position. Keith opened the bottle and poured some lube out on his finger. He took his finger and rubbed around the rim slowly loosening the muscle to accept a second. Bobby was writhing beneath him. Keith poured out more lube and inserted his second finger again working his way around the muscle to loosen its grip.
“I’m loose enough now. I didn’t even feel a twinge of discomfort. Now, stop fooling around and fuck me already.” Keith didn’t listen and kept moving his fingers around until he found Bobby’s prostate. He manipulated his fingers until Bobby moaned continuously. “Now, damn you, now.” Keith turned Bobby again. “At this rate, I might as well be a rolling pin.”