Alexander let the boy slide into his lap, after all it was a far more... interesting and enjoyable position, in his mind at least. Both hands moved to the base of the boy's spine, holding him and supporting him, enjoying the shiver of pleasure from Morgan's hand over his chest through the thin fabric of his shirt.
"Oh, I know. And that's why I may have a proposal for you..." He said, lips brushing over Morgan's as he spoke. "Although not the sort I'm sure all your older lovers give you, on arthritic bended knee." He teased, hands suddenly moving over the boy's bare skin, squeezing at his backside and the rounded pert cheeks barely hidden in the black silk.