Justin smirks, leaning forward over Monty's far slighter, smaller body, his bare chest a warm flirtation against Monty's, so he can whisper in their ear, "I could get in trouble for this you know," he murmurs, though the notion doesn't seem to be slowing him down at all, as he slides his fingers over Monty's sex, toying with the base of their cock, up and down over their genitals. "But I think you'll be worth it, in the end, won't you, Monty?"

He pulls back then, knees spreading out further on the bed, and curls his fingers over Monty's sex, relishing the damp, obscene sound of his thick fingers sliding through sensitive, slick skin.