His grin sharpens at the sound Monty makes, the sharp intake of breath, the muffled desire. He leans into Monty's hand, lets them feel the muscle and strength underneath his perfectly fitted clothes, the warmth of his larger body, as he steps closer to the bed. "Do you want to see me first, Monty?" He offers, curious where Monty's predilections lie. Whether he would enjoy the inherent contrast of Justin, still fully clothed, exploring a vulnerable and naked Monty to his heart's content, or if they would want to seize this opportunity to see and touch Justin's body for themselves.