Monty’s eyes flutter shut, rolling back into their skull as they rut helplessly and almost pathetically against the man’s knuckles. They’re warm and thick and Monty is already dreaming of feeling them inside.

But this isn’t about getting exactly what they want. This is about giving that up so someone else can give them what they really need.

They’ll have to agree then: this will be worth it.

Monty’s hips continue to roll up and down, grinding their soaking wet sex against Justin’s hand, a silent plea. They’ve been good so far, keeping their hands obediently above their head, gripping around each other even though they long to touch the man in front of them, to tug him close, to hold him.