As Tuck's shirt came open, Will couldn't help glancing down at the mass of yellow and green bruises down his side. Will stroked a hand down his chest to his waist, respectful of his injury.
"You'll tell me if it hurts," he said, dropping the play for a moment, but starting to press kisses along Tuck's jaw, fingertips just inside the belt of his trousers. "But now you got me wondering how many times you've fucked for the big man."