41 (toothxandxclaw, Arun for whomever)
"Just like that, Arun." Lance's words were a soft murmur against the older man's lips, even as his hand continued it's slow movements. He didn't feel the need to rush this, slowly letting his digits drag against the other man's hole. No pressure applied beyond that, no movement made to start working the other open. If anything, he'd slowed down once their clothes had come off. Lips catching against Arun's again, and again, all while he could hear the sound of the toher stroking himself off. This was aout the wof's pleasure, making sure he could indulge in every sensation that Lance was giving him. "How's it feel?" A slight shift of his wrists, fingers applying a little more pressure to that space just behind the other's balls. Keeping those legs lifted over his own lower half, keeping him spread to play with.