Now half-reclining on his right side, Benard supported himself on his right elbow.

His left elbow jutted out, with the fingers of both hands curled over the longer edge of the bed.

His knees bent forward, but his left thigh stretched out ahead, heel resting against his right calf, big toe grazing the bed.

Lucas was also half-reclined behind him, peppering kisses on Benard's nape and left shoulder while his cock 'thoughtfully' pressed against the brunet's backside.

"Stop with the teasing. Just put it in, will you?" Benard demanded.

True, he treasured those tender kisses of Lucas', but he wanted more than that.

That cock had been tempting him for...