Greg's fingers found a subtle curve to the buttock he squeezed and he slid his hand lower, pulling up Theo's leg slightly so that his fingers brushed against something he knew was there but had not expected to touch tonight.
Soft curls covered Greg's fingertips and then he touched warm skin, softer still and yielding. He moaned softly into the mouth he kissed and let his fingers trace and gently cup the testes he found there. It was a caress he gave them, thrilled at how the weight and texture felt when sober. He was sure he'd done some of this before but he didn't remember it as vividly as he experienced it now.
"I want to touch you everywhere," he whispered in one momentary break, "You naked, me naked," he said hoarsely as he kept up his stroking, rolling the balls with a tender motion.