"Good," the older man purred. Then he raised his hand, as if showing it to Cy, before wrapping it around the base of the other man's prick. "You have to hold it steady. They like to jump, you might have noticed."

He grinned at his own joke, then bent his head forward, sweeping his hair to one side, so that it didn't block the younger man's view. The he pushed out his (actually sort of creepily long) tongue, and ran it around the head of Cy's cock, wetting the skin, and then swirling around the crown, before running it down the vein at the front.