"I was hoping you'd say that." Will smirked and slid off Tuck's lap, then dropped down onto his knees. Slowly he lifted the bottom of his teeshirt and pulled it up over his head, showing off the fitness he'd been engaging in lately. So he still wasn't as built as he had been before, but what muscle there was, was fit. Or at least, on the way to being fit.
Then, sans shirt, he reached out to undo Tuck's fly, grab his waistband, and nod to Tuck to lift his hips so he could tug them off. "I'm gonna suck you hard," he promised, running the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip.