I wanted to come in here and see it myself. I wanted to watch what he was doing to you. Wrench sits back on his heels to paint the picture for the both of them of a man yearning for a closer look at the things they inspire in one another. I want to know what you look like when you give yourself up to him. The spade of Kurt's tail makes him shudder, and he trembles at the sensations the man can inspire while keeping his hands free. It makes Wrench nip his lip and look back at the other man tending to himself languidly as he leans against the wall. Watching between the two of them makes his skin prickle to life, and he extends a hand out to Jim to invite him nearer again to the bed.

Why don't you let him fuck you, and I'll take care of this? He takes Kurt's cock in his hand with enough certain insistence to inspire a reaction, but not to satisfy. Just to keep him on the very edge of his own agonizing pleasure, tilting closer to helpless frustration than release. Wrench keeps Kurt in his warm palm as his eyes wander to the other man for his confirmation, wondering what he thinks of the idea of sharing.