"You got it, baby." Greg tugged at Ray's pants, working them off his hips roughly, making quick work of manhandling one of Ray's legs around his hips to line himself up. He rubbed himself teasingly against Ray's entrance, panting breaths heating the skin of the other man's neck.
"Don't hold back on their account. I'm sure they'd love to hear we're having a good time." Smirking, he bit down on Ray's neck as he thrust inside, slow and deep, not stopping until he hit the hilt.