"I'll give you what you need," Morgan said roughly, pressing a hand to the inside of each of Dean's thighs. The boy was perfect, slightly tanned, toned and delicious. Knowing that he had Dean's full attention, Morgan moved his hands, running them over the slight curve of Dean's hips, over his his ass, squeezing and kneading at the firm flesh.
"Need me to work you open?" he asked, pausing to pop the lube open and slick two fingers.