Honestly it was kind of hot, being manhandled a little. He knew from, well, experience (don't think about Eliot) that he liked being hauled around, put where someone wanted him. The hand in his hair made him shiver, and he didn't need convincing to get his hand on that dick again.

"Come on, give it to me," he whispered, eager to get the prep going to get to the main event. His dick had gone down after sucking Randall off, but he was already hard and eager again, quick to get that way since he hadn't come before. "This how you want me?" It seemed so, but if Randall had a different favorite position, it was easier to move now.