"That's my boy," he moaned, withdrawing his fingers and finding the bottle. Nearly fumbling it, he slicked up the length of his own cock even as he shifted forward. Nestling himself between his lover's legs, taking himself in hand and pressing to that tight passage.

Gasping, he gave a shallow buck of his hips, staring down at Arthur's face. There was something about his reaction, the look on his face, that made Tony ache in a dozen ways more than the hardness of his dick.