Frederick could only let out a dark, masculine chuckle when Bryan called him on the lies. "Well, no. To be fair, I did want it, but I didn't plan this. You're just too damn tempting for your own good," he countered, purring at the way his touch caused exactly the kind of response he wanted from the other man. He even hummed a little, feeling Bryan harden against his fingers, and he encouraged it to the fullest, tracing and stroking the shape of him through his jeans. He had to reach with his other hand and adjust himself a bit as his own body expressed a marked interest in the unfolding events.
"Your mouth..." he began to say, but was silenced by Bryan's abrupt kiss. It was hard and hungry, definitely a clash of teeth and a battle more than a proper kiss, actually. Frederick thought it was damn perfect, and he gave as good as he got, hooking an arm around Bryan's neck loosely so he could press against him more urgently.
Truly, Frederick had sort of read Bryan as a straight boy, so the most he would have hoped for would have been perhaps a hurried hand job and some intense staring fueled by their shared adrenalin high. Bryan's enthusiasm put this firmly in the win column for Frederick, however, and he intended to make the most of it.
He did his best to turn the rough crash of mouths into a deeper kiss while working blind on Bryan's fly. If he allowed it, Frederick would ease him out of the confines of his pants and expertly take him in hand. Frederick was now more than ready to get naked and go as far as Bryan dared. Not that it was ever really in question. In all honesty, Frederick hadn't been in porn all that long. It was a short lived phase, and so he never really got to the point where he was burnt out on sex, like a lot of career adult entertainers. He had done it for fun, and to piss off his family, and while he'd seen a lot of the good and the bad, he had managed to keep sex in the fun zone.