Chris would be interested in a rough Toby later, maybe-He could play the 'I was a chick' card for letting the man be a top. He didn't get to play that card often. Or at all, until this moment.
Standing in the middle of the room, Chris ran his thumbs under his waistband again, lowering the pants a bit more as he swayed his hips from side to side, "You want to see me, baby? Tell me what you're thinking, Toby," He licked his lips, admiring how soft they were for a moment before winking at Toby-the man could probably understand his distraction now and again, what with having been through this.