Adrian stared at him, wishing - oh god, really wishing - that Stephen wasn't as principled as he was. His fingers of his free hand moved towards the cuffs before he stopped himself, resting his hand on Stephen's stomach instead.
When Stephen told him yes, Adrian didn't need to be told anything more, pulling out his fingers slowly and barely lubing Stephen's dick before he was sinking down onto it, fingers curled into fists, cock hard and leaking.
"Fucking finally," he muttered, clenching around Stephen's cock hard and moaning at how perfect it felt inside him. Catching Stephen's gaze, he didn't look away as he rose up before sliding down again, not sure how slow or fast he was supposed to take this. "God, you have no idea how much I want you touching me right now. Want your hands on me, want bruises in the shape of your fingers all over me."