He groaned, his hand loosening just enough around Booker's cock to allow the man to rock himself into his fist.

"You are a flatterer with a wicked tongue, le Livre." But he loved it. Leaning up, he used his other hand to pull the man down for a long, slow kiss. The kind that made his toes curl and his body thrum. When it ended, he rocked his hips up, half hard and filling further in Booker's palm.

"You feel amazing.."