Merlin, Ben had forgotten how much he loved to be manhandled into bed, and Jazz was certainly fulfilling that particular kink. HE moaned as he found himself flat on his back, legs spreading automatically, even as he reached for Jazz.
"Fucking me?" he panted, his cock hard in his jeans, pressing against the zip insistently. "Because I think that sounds like a brilliant idea." The fact that he could still speak in complete sentences attested to that. He wanted jazz to get on with things.
But of course, Jazz wanted to tease. He raised his hips, whimpering as lips brushed against his erection, the feeling electric after so long. "Mean," he sulked, running his hands through Jazz's hair, urging him on.