Greg watched and blinked at the sharp reality Theo showed him; it was very much like prison, with the bleakness of their existence showing in each other's bodies. He found himself sighing and instead of going down on the thinner man, Greg's hand made it down that thin stomach to rest on Theo's groin. Greg leaned in, still leaning on one arm and kissed Theo as he fondled the testies there, caressing the shaft. His fingers were delicate, his touch tender and he pulled his head back, and gazed at Theo with a combined expression of worry and want again.
"We got to get some meat on you, Theo. You're so thin I'd snap you like a twig," he said quietly and then he rushed on, "I need you fat and sassy, to give me something solid to grab onto to ride," and Greg gave him a small squeeze on Theo's shaft, to bring that notion home, "So I can hold you like a joystick and fill you to splitting," he said, even as he leaned in to kiss Theo again, "I'm so ready for you lover. We got to get you healthy so you are ready for me."