That was hot enough, that it dragged a strangled sound out of him, pressed tight against Dakin's mouth. He loved the look in Dakin's eye, the tilt to his chin. Still on his knees, he pushed one of Dakin's knees wider still, the other hand sliding up to palm the line of his dick through his jeans.

His mouth found Dakin's neck, his pulse, sucking lightly.

"God, say that again."