"I have it on good authority he doesn't mind," Tuck said, his lips brushing against Will's skin. Will's fingers in his hair sent a shiver down his spine and probably he was going to be a puddle of sexual frustration too.
Will's shirt didn't button (thought it did accentuate his chest very nicely) so Tuck snaked a hand up inside, his fingers tracing patterns on the skin of Will's stomach. He re-positioned his thigh so that it was between Will's legs, fully intending Will to rub against it.