For a moment Deacon just watched, breath coming faster and eyes rivited to what Charlie was doing. But then he moved, standing and slowly shedding his clothes.
"Don't stop," he said when Charlie looked like he might do just that, and Deacon stripped off his shirt then jeans and boxers until he too stood in the firelight nude and his body standing at attention and eager for Charlie.
He stepped closer and closed his hand over Charlie's where he was stroking and squeeze, just enough to make Charlie gasp a bit, then stroked and swept his thumb over the head of Charlie's prick.
"God you have no idea how unbelievably hot you look when you do that," he groaned. "And I might let you get back to it. But first..."
He released Charlie and put his hand on the man's shoulder and slowly pushed him down to his knees.