Gavin worked his fingers into Juno with a needy a groan, leaning forward to crash their lips together again in what could barely be called a kiss. His other hand trailed down Juno's chest, taking a direct route down so he could palm and then wrap his hand around his cock, stroking him in time to the thrusts of his fingers.

His own erection was pressing insistently up against Juno's thigh as he abandoned the kiss in favor of dragging his teeth across Juno's jaw and neck, stubble rubbing roughly against stubble.

He eased his fingers apart slight, stretching, as he raked his teeth along the crook of Juno's neck, panting softly against skin wet from his saliva.