The Tuck that Will remembered had always liked to take his time. Will could be just as happy with a quick and dirty fuck, but Tuck had always liked to savour things. Tuck's hand being on his thigh and not his dick was one such example, although Tuck's arm was brushing against it. And Will wanted to be good, wanted to please, having had it hammered into him over these past weeks. "Yes sir," he moaned, hoping for more thorough contact from Tuck, perhaps more nakedness.