"Pushy pushy." He murmured, hand moving up the boy's back once more to only pause, and then, slowly, teasingly, the man's fingers began to walk down the youth's spine, down to the very base of his back, and continue down the cleft of his backside, before gently beginning to stroke over the boy's opening.
The fingers began to brush over the boy a little more insistently, "I don't think you'd like to be fucked standing up, against a door, would you?" He said, turning his head so that his lips would brush the boy's ear, his other hand still stroking rhythmically over the boy's cock.