He pulled off slowly, the suction hollowing his cheeks, his eyes dark and intense as he watched, kept watching, barely blinked. By the time he let go, Greg was wet and Jack moved up, settling between his legs and grinding his hips to stroke Greg's erection with his own.

"I love that I can do this to you every time. Make you look like this. Breathe like this," he rasped. "Love that after all this time...you want me. Love me. Love that I'm yours. Say it. Tell me..."