He'd been sitting on my stairs when I got home from work, book bag next to him.
Now he was on my bed, and I was running my hand down his back, my fingers brushing the crack of his ass. He wriggled backwards, and I laughed at how easy he was.
I stroked his cheeks apart, holding them open with my hands. I blew across his hole and watched it open and close for me. I moved closer, and started tracing the wrinkled skin with the tip of my tongue.
Justin took a breath, his hips lifting off the bed.