He covered two fingers with the lube, wishing Gideon had chosen to stretch his ass himself. It had only been a week since Gideon had buried his fingers inside him, but it seemed like much longer. Taking a deep breath, he reached behind him and eased both fingers into his tight hole. His body vibrated in time with the pulsing music, and he tried to pretend Gideon’s fingers were thrusting in and out of him.
“That’s enough,” Gideon said.