The pleasure of their motions kept Isaac from tensing up and panicking over that moment. Sneaking in had been one thing. He'd even been invited into Alan's bed but they were new, still learning one another, and now he had, without forethought, asked for more. Another time and place he might have panicked. Instead he was wistful.

And then thankful when Alan spoke.

Groaning loudly, forgetting himself and their precarious position with that sound. Leaning back, he braced one hand on Alan's chest, staring down at him as he licked his lips. "I think I'm waiting for you to tell me where the lube is," he murmured, lightly raking his nails over the other boy's chest. "Because I kind of think I want to ride you like this," he admitted. It was almost shyly spoken, except for his grin.