He can't seem to pull his eyes away, even for a moment, drinking in their every twitch and shift, their every reaction to Justin's touch and voice. It's almost painfully clear how starved for this kind of treatment Monty had been until now, their body so sensitive and reactive to the slightest pressure. He can't help but consider a future where all of this would be at his fingertips, given near unfettered and unrestricted access, the auspices of the contract allowing him - maybe even demanding of him - to lead Monty's body through this kind of exploration and discovery, to learn and submit to overwhelming pleasure and exquisite pain at Justin's hands.

"Lovely," he murmurs, his voice sounding almost hungry, as he caresses the tip of Monty's cock with his fingertips one last time before tucking it as far as it will go inside their own body, holding it there while his thumb strokes along the base. "I wonder what you'd taste like, if I got my mouth on you. I could take all of you in so easily, couldn't I? I bet my mouth wouldn't even have time to get tired before you were spilling on my tongue."