Michael licked his lips and let out a low, pleased moan when Justin's fingers wrapped around him.
"Lost time?" he repeated. Maybe. He could happily fuck Justin to make up for seven years worth of not. Heck, if he had someone this beautiful willing to share a bed with him so often then he wasn't going to turn them down.
He pushed himself into Justin's fingers, his own continuing to press into Justin's body, curling around to find his prostate, though he didn't want to push too much, he didn't want Justin coming without him.