With his free hand, Will pressed his palm against the bulge in his own pants, wanting some friction as he bobbed his head on Tuck's dick, sucking and pausing to swirl his tongue around the head. Tuck's hand in his hair was an incentive too, and he let Tuck's loose grip tug slightly on the strands.
With his other hand, he began exploring, cupping Tuck's balls and stroking the soft skin behind, finding those spots that make Tuck gasp, circling and pressing lightly against his hole. He wanted Tuck to lose himself, and lose Codeine's phone number (even tho... yeah anyway).