Higgs' free hand was running over the well defined muscles on Miles' arm and was moving in toward his chest when his lips went for Terence's neck. He moved his head willingly, feeling it swimming with the Firewiskey. It was as though Miles had read his mind as he started to get their robes off. He eagerly allowed Miles to remove his own while feasting on the site of his mates body. Fuck, he was amazing.
He groaned loudly as his arse his the bar and Miles' hand closed around his cock. When he looked down at him his eyes were holding a challenge and he knew that he was over. His hand applied more pressure to the other man, greedily urging him lower.
"Down," he husked out, his breathing picking up as he tried not to thrust into Miles' hand.