Alan lifted up into the nails down his chest, head falling back and mouth open, cry thankfully caught in his throat. He lifted a hand to slide under his pillow where he'd slipped the bottle after he'd finished using it on himself earlier, pulling it out and resting it on his stomach, just under the bend of his cock.

"Is it bad that I'm kind of open to both of those options?" Watching Isaac ride him would be unbelievably hot and he wanted to be the one to make him have to bite back cries. But being fucked by him would be just as enjoyable and Alan was torn between which he wanted more. "Can't we do both?"