Leaning down over Alan, he nipped sharply at one pectoral. "Stop talking about anyone else that may or may not be in this house or you're going to be working hard to get me back on point."

Not that he was off point now. No. Still desperate for this as he worked his fingers against Alan. Groaning, staring down at him as he worked that single digit into him. Chest heaving, panting hard as his hips rocked in motion to what he wanted.