Monty's pinking cheeks are adorable, and Justin takes full advantage, wrapping his arms around them and pulling them flush against his own body, close enough for Monty to feel the way his cock is stirring in his pants with obvious interest, before he brings their lips together again for a far more forceful, hungry kiss. Monty is so slight, so slender against Justin, the contrast in size giving Justin all sorts of interesting ideas.

This was a first meeting, intended to be a formality, an introduction, though the circumstances were such that more intimate and explicit contact was common. He's participated in over a dozen of these in his lifetime, but this is the first time he's been so very tempted to push the boundaries of what typically occurred within these four monitored walls.

"Will you let me see you today?" He says, and it is not a question, but a carefully phrased test. There is, as always, space for Monty to stop or refuse, but Justin has a hunch, an inkling, of what exactly he held in his arms right now, and he's intent on confirming it.