Will's hands were masterful at what they did, and Tuck arched even further, curved like a bowstring. "Fuuuuuuuuuck" was his only response to being sucked off while painting a nursery. "Fuck! Yellow. Oh god, so close!" His need was like a coil inside him, and he panted, his hips rutting a little. If Will stopped now, Tuck was going to scream.