Jay felt like he could come just from watching Paul's reactions and the gentle bite. Instead he arched his hips closer, cock seeking more friction. It slipped slightly, sideways from Paul's hip, precome and sweat-slide until their cocks were pressed alongside each other, and Jay gasped loudly. "Yours, oh god, yours."
When he could breath again he started to move his finger slowly, never leaving Paul's body, just minute movements, increments pulling back then pushing deeper until he was past his second knuckle. He was breathing with his mouth open, eyes wide and looking slightly shocked by the sensation. He was inside him, and god, he wanted more. "Paul?" he whispered, seeking guidance.