Morgan crawled after Dean, pushing him back onto the mattress. Their clothing ended up piled on the floor, as their limbs intertwined. Morgan straddled the boy's lap, leaning in for a deep kiss. His tongue lapped at Dean's bottom lip, as he ground his hips forward.
"Such a filthy mouth," he groaned, his forehead resting against Dean's as he took them both together in his fist. It was rough and dry, and almost hinting at painful, but it had been too long to take things slow.