Hunter cocked an eyebrow. The last time he had done this, the boy had wanted slow, careful. But clearly that was a different boy with different needs and Madison's were evident. He thrust the fingers deeper, spreading them inside the young man while his other hand once more went for the bottle of gel, grabbing it and working it over his cock, fingers easing out of the young man and the head of his cock pressing back in place, throbbing wickedly as the warm water splashed over it.
With a roll of hips he sank a little into the young man, not too deep, not yet, not sure how much of a hurry Madison was really in, and certainly not wanting to cause any pain or ruin the moment by taking it too fast. Besides which, he wanted the build-up, he wanted the friction. "Better?"