He whimpered a little, a soft whine as he arched towards Reed's hand, wanting him to unbutton his pants and give him the attention his body was aching for. He didn't have to wait long.
Emerson felt not only Reed's strong hands, but Felicia's softer touch as well on his skin, trailing across his flesh, lower and lower. When he felt both of their hands come to his arousal and close around it, he bit his bottom lip and hid his face in the crook of Reed's neck. The tiniest moan escaped from him as he shuddered lightly.