"No that would be bad," Dennis agreed, moving away from Ben's lips to kiss his way across his jaw and down his neck. Grinning wickedly, he left a bite on the other man's collarbone. It probably was a bad decision, but he couldn't wait to fuck the breath out of the man. Besides, bad decisions made excellent stories.
He threw his head back and groaned, taking a moment to pull back and remove his boxers entirely, before shoving his dick back in the other man's face. "Why would I mind that," he gasped, his body overcome with lust. Groaning, he moved further up, until his arms were rest on top of the headrest and he was looking down. "Has anyone ever told you that you suck like a champion," he asked, rutting his hips almost instinctively and gasping at the result.
Still grinning, he sat back and groped blindly until his hand reached Ben's cock. Chuckling, he pulled it out from it's confines and began palming it quickly, stopping only to bring his hand to his mouth and add a bit of spit. It was a little awkward given the position, but it was only mannerly really; if someone was sucking you off the least you could do was try and wank them off too.