The shadows caused by the lamp made Tuck's face look kind of sinister when Will glanced down at him, so he looked at the ceiling instead. He felt safer doing this with the light on. The last time Tuck had done this, Will had been unable to see anything, relying solely on touch. It was touch he enjoyed, but still. Glancing down again, he sucked in a breath at the sight of Tuck fiddling with the lube, and started to bend his knees up a bit, slightly hampered by the pants around his knees.