Leaning down, he kissed Alan. Slow, deep. This was something he hadn't expected and yet wanted suddenly in ways he couldn't even find words for. "Never with a guy," he finally murmured. "Not entirely stupid about things." Just being fucked, and that beautiful, sensual man beneath him.

Shifting, he moved one leg between Alan's, even as he took the bottle from him. "I'm going to be thinking about anything but you," he teased, knowing he was likely going to lose it if he focused too hard on the sensation of Alan's body.

Opening the bottle, he canted it over his cock, groaning at the coolness before beginning to stroke himself. "Spread your legs for me."