JR’s warm with wine and food, back against the headboard and content to just stay here. There’s no reason to move when Dylan and Tyler are pressed together, hands roaming slowly over each other’s body while they make out. The noises they make are to die for, soft gasps, hitched breaths and little moans, and JR doesn’t even try to resist the urge to stroke his cock.
The way Dylan and Tyler move together is distracting, Tyler’s fingers skimming down Dylan’s spine to rub his fingers against his hole, and Dylan gasps and whines, arching back into the touch. His teeth scrape against Tyler’s jaw, arching forward to grind their cocks together between their soft bellies, and JR thinks if he dies watching this, it’s more than worth it.