There was something absolutely hypnotic about the way Rhys stroked and fondled his cock, rubbing the slick lube all over it. Joseph watched through heavily lidded eyes, mostly concentrating on keeping his Beast in line so Rhys could set the pace.
It was difficult to keep his hands to himself, especially when Rhys started lubing up his own cock. Joseph nearly had to lay on his hands to keep from reaching for him.
The slow, shallow strokes were a magnificent tease. Joseph groaned as Rhys took him deeper with each successive bounce. He gave into the urge to touch his lover, stroking both hands up and down his thigs a few passes before finally taking ahold of Rhys' cock again, using his thumb to rub wicked circles around the head.