Greg gasped into the succulent mouth he was plundering and pushed his hips up into the tight grasp, feeling his own breath leave him. He wanted to act and respond, pull Theo down on him or roll him over and press into him, but Greg couldn't make any rational choice with the fist holding him, squeezing on his engorged member. When he could speak again, he whispered in hoarse tones between kisses, "I'm a brute compared to you, mate. How's about you turn a bit," Greg said, still slightly breathlessly, "So I can...."
Greg lost his train of thought in that moment, as he felt a delicious sensation on his own shaft again, and one free hand grabbed at Theo's back in a reflexive response as he moaned.
"Fuck, I...I...," he said, and he pushed aside his efforts to speak as he kissed Theo deeply, trying to make the other boy understand what he wanted. Greg sent his other hand to searching, to find Theo and squeeze even as his thumb traced the veins on the other boy's shaft.