And he kisses Luke again, but only briefly, because if he keeps that up he's not sure how well he can focus. Arousal has made him very sensitive, and when he spreads lube over his own cock, he hisses and shudders with need.

He once again grabs Luke's thigh, hiking his leg up a little higher, forehead pressed to forehead as he pushes in. Just a little, just the head, which draws a low, long moan from his throat as his eyes flutter shut. It's tight and hot and perfect, so much better than he can remember it being with anyone else, so much better than his own fantasies could conjure even with the memories of Luke with him.