Greg's eyes flashed something at the bite to Ray's lower lip, and he leaned in to plant his own lips in the abused flesh. Hands moved from Ray's fly to his own, making quick work of the denim, then the confining underwear, leaving him bare from the waist down.
"Turn and face the wall, baby. I'd hate to have to take these off you.." He fingered the lace, running a fingertip along the outline of Ray's hard cock.