“Andy,” Scooter said, voice harsh with wanting. He moved like he couldn’t possibly stay still, handsstroking up and down Andy’s thighs, teasing with the bite of his nails at Andy’s hips. One hand snakedbehind Andy’s back, fingers wide and possessive against the small of Andy’s back. “God, let me…” He got one hand down between them, held the base of his dick for Andy, to line them up.
Andy wriggled into position, until the tip of Scooter’s cock caught on the edge of his hole, then pushed down, slow and easy. His eyes closed of their own volition, and he knew Scooter was watching him,and that was perfect. God, it was so good; he’d always liked it like this, reveling in the ache and stretch, the desperate pounding of Scooter’s heart under his hand, both of them breathing harsh and needy.