[Brock liked the kind of attachments that were brief and easily cut, no real feelings involved and just enough physical pleasure to make like just a little better for everyone involved. He'd done this more than once, though he honestly stuck to women and was generally always the aggressor. This was so good that he could care less was mounting who as long as it happened, as long as he could drag his front down down the curve of Steve's neck, groaning in encouragement.
His right hand grabbed a fist fulls of Steve's shirt, tugging it up progressively until he had it bunched up under Steve's arms, one of which was supporting and the other between them groping around. It was crass he chuckled.]
We doing it here like a couple of damn hookers? I always knew you liked it dirty.
[His legs tightened around Steve's knees, purposefully dropping his hips to knock against the other man's hand, getting in the way but stimulating all the same.]
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His right hand grabbed a fist fulls of Steve's shirt, tugging it up progressively until he had it bunched up under Steve's arms, one of which was supporting and the other between them groping around. It was crass he chuckled.]
We doing it here like a couple of damn hookers? I always knew you liked it dirty.
[His legs tightened around Steve's knees, purposefully dropping his hips to knock against the other man's hand, getting in the way but stimulating all the same.]