Working his boxers down bared the hard bulge of each cheek to my hands and I savored them. Kneading and exploring until his breath rasped harsher.
“Aut-umn,” he begged.
“Okay, okay,” I said and pressed my body against his back to slow him down some. I stroked his belly under his shirt, careful not to brush his cock and rev him past the point of no return. “What else do you want to see?”
He met my lips over his shoulder, his hand coming to the back of my head for a rough and hungry kiss.
“I want to watch you play with yourself,” his whisper trembled against my mouth.
“Make yourself cum.”
I smiled into his next kiss.