Greg let out a sigh himself, not realizing that he'd been holding his breath again, and he relaxed himself, leaning over slightly at Theo's side. His hand moved down Theo's back, not massaging but continuing his stroking even as he passed over Theo's butt and down the back of his thighs. Greg felt some relief flicker across his features and he gazed at the expression on Theo's face and felt that old flutter of want and grateful peace that he had got him back. But Greg didn't trust it, and had no intention of stopping his stroking.
"Only a half an hour?" he answered, playing along, and this time, as he stroked, he paused at the apex of Theo's legs, traveling down his buttocks to linger at that spot for a moment, "What did you have in mind, lover?" Greg answered and he couldn't help but feel himself react. He was not about to act on those feelings; he was terrified at the complications and ramifications that could arrive. Greg was a volunteer here; even getting caught doing this might be grounds for dismissal. Let alone if someone walked in and found his naked ass pumping as he rode Theo's; and even as that thought went through his mind, Greg thought he would risk a little tickle and suck. He found himself licking his lips and he gave a low chuckle.