Wesley groaned softly as Rupert pulled him closer, their kiss deepening. He couldn't help but enjoy the way the other man touched him - it was different than the way Fred did, so between his two loves, he knew he had the best of both worlds. Both of them could arouse him so easily and so completely.
When they parted, he chuckled softly, shaking his head. "That's Fred," he said before Rupert started stripping him, talking more about what he had done to his wife. Seeing him take her from behind was an erotic sight, one he quite enjoyed watching, and the thought of it was making him start to harden. So when Rupert started to touch him, he hissed softly and closed his eyes, pushing his hips forward, moving his cock in his hand.
As he did, he remembered what Rupert had promised the night before, just before he mentioned it himself. Shuddering, he opened his eyes and looked at his lover. He liked being taken by Rupert both ways, but right then, the way he was feeling...
"Bend me over," he whispered, his voice harsh with want.