"Oh, well, then carry on," Jim purred, meeting Frank's lips again in the slow, heavy pace they had been going at while his hand continued its work.

He smiled when he felt Frank push against his fingers, massaging him through the fabric, sliding his fingers up and down the growing bulge. The hands on his ass caught him by surprise, but not much, pushing back into Frank's large hands (another turn on). He let go of Frank's cock in favor of bringing his own hips closer, grinding against him, allowing him to rock back into Frank's grasp, his own pants starting to feel very tight.