Alex's breath caught when Kyle's mouth left his. The act seemed more deliberate somehow. Maybe it was the fact that they'd changed locations. That they'd both made this decision to be in the bed rather than keep pretending that this was some game. But right now it felt like the entire world - and especially the room - was spinning and those lips on his neck were the only things keeping him grounded.

He reached for Kyle, one hand rubbing firmly against the outline of his cock. After all, Alex had to lead by example, even though he was fairly sure that Kyle could figure out the rudiments of a hand job, given he probably gave one to himself a few times a week.

He closed his eyes and arched his neck, letting out a soft moan. Whatever Kyle decided he wanted to do was fine with Alex so long as he didn't stop.