He whimpered and writhed against Reed, his need for his lover intensifying. As soon as Reed's hand joined stroking their erections and his teeth sink into his skin, Emerson squeezed his eyes shut and bucked his hips against Reed's hand. He raked his nails down his back, all the way down to his thigh. Emerson slid his hand down to the side of Reed's toned bottom, as much as he could reach with him sitting down, and massaged him there slowly.