"If only I could apply it with my mouth," he laments, but steals the tube away because he refuses to let Aramis have all the fun here. He bears in on him and pushes him back until Aramis is lying flat on his back, propped up by pillows. He grins and eases back to the very end of the bed so that Aramis can see him.

He takes his time, playing with his bare torso as he leans back, rubbing and flicking at his nipple as he stares down, rubbing that hand lower and lower to his cock to wrap around it, painfully hard now and jutting upwards. "Tell me what you want to do?"