Matt obeyed. First one foot, then the other, until his ankles were free from the shorts. Vic tossed them aside with the rest of their clothing. Before he stood, he pressed his face to the underside of Matt’s round buttocks. With a hand on either cheek, Vic separated the fleshy mounds to deposit a kiss between them, mere breath from the pucker of Matt’s anus. When his tongue licked out, Matt rose up on the tips of his toes, his erection hard and pounding against the edge of the sink. One hand gripped the razor so tight, the plastic handle bit into his palm. His other hand clenched the handle of the faucet, twisting it roughly. Hot water splashed into the already full sink and gurgled down the overflow pipe. “Vic!” he gasped as delight flickered through him. Suddenly he didn’t want to wait any longer—Vic could finish shaving himself after they fucked. “I can’t wait. I need you now.”