The way Luke is practically clinging onto him is maddening, and if he had any real sense about what he was doing before, that's started to fray at the seams. It's getting less and less important exactly what they do, for all that Luke's words about riding him still echo in his mind. Then comes Luke's thoughts and wants, and there's no denying those. He couldn't possibly.

With a gasping breath, he makes himself slow down, stops himself moving against Luke just for a moment. But he doesn't move from where his face is buried against his throat.

"You've got lube, right?"

No chance Luke hadn't prepared all of that.