"Like making you squirm," Seamus whispered as he sat back to tug Justin's jeans off. He shifted himself out of the way, kneeling on the couch next to Justin's legs but unable to resist leaning in and kissing the skin of Justin's hip - revealed by his underwear heading south along with his jeans. "We should get these off too," he said, tugging them down the rest of the way.
He leaned into the soft touch to his hair for a moment before moving again. He loved the feeling of fingers in his hair and against his scalp, but it wasn't something he associated with sex. He sat back again, taking in Justin's lean figure and smooth skin. "Fuck, Justin." He kissed him again, pressing Justin's thighs apart to make room for himself between them.