He closes his eyes, lets himself enjoy the sweet sweeps of Jack's tongue. He's half hard again but he knew it wasn't going to be that difficult.

For a while he just lets Jack work, but eventually he pulls away, turns and sits against the headboard. He takes stock of the boy in front of him, a bit sloppy, all beautiful. Finally, he eases off the bed.

"Lay on your back," he says as he wanders away, over to the dresser. "Stroke yourself hard if you're not there yet."