Jamie leans into the headboard at the first brush of Noah's tongue. It feels good to have Noah's hands on him and he can't help the wicked little rush he gets seeing him pinned there. Jamie bites his lip and lets his knees slide further apart so that he can put more pressure on Noah. He keeps one hand tight in his hair, holding his head as he starts to move his hips very deliberately.

"You look really good like this," he coos, quietly breathless as he moves just right over Noah's tongue, sending a little spark up his spine.