He nursed at Theo's mouth, kissing and moving back to kiss those lips again from a slightly different angle to move yet again. Greg let his tongue trace the outline of Theo's mouth gently, and he moved his mouth to other parts of Theo's face, always returning to that sweet succulent mouth.
Greg's hand massaged the rump in his palm and let his hand slide up and down to Theo's lower back. After two or three strokings, Greg's fingers paused at Theo's waist band, toying with the fabric before slipping under and beyond. His hand stroked down bare skin and then cupped Theo's ass again, this time hot flesh pressing against hotter flesh. He gently massaged and squeezed him as Greg kissed his mouth.
Greg had been sleepy before but now the warm was buzzing inside of Greg, heating him up in a power way. He wasn't sure how far he wanted to take things, but in this instance, the idea of slowing down and holding back was quickly fading.