Ian saw Rémy’s hand move away from his shaft, and felt the rustle of the other pillow as Rémy’s hand went underneath it searching for something. “Gods bless André.”
He took a bottle from under the pillow, grabbed the pillow and said, “Lift your hips, baby, and pull up your knees.” Rémy glided the pillow over the soft sheets and put it under the small of Ian’s back so his ass was canted with his hole pointing upward. Ian heard, rather than saw, Rémy open the tube.
Suddenly he felt cold between his cheeks. “Shush, baby, it will warm. Let me touch you. You’re so tight. Your channel is going to grab my cock and take us both to heaven.” Rémy stuck a finger inside of Ian up to his knuckle. “Have you ever fingered yourself, wondering what it felt like to have someone inside of you?” Ian wiggled trying to distract Rémy from his question. “Answer me, baby, or I’ll stop.”