"Oh Christ, do you have the time? It's a long list." Sean tells them anyway, letting his voice be something for Steve's mind to grab onto as he starts to slowly work a third finger in. "I'm sure you're shocked to hear this, but I have thought very long and very hard about you just picking me up and shoving me against the wall, and holding me up as you fuck me. I've got a hand over my mouth to shut myself up, because if I don't, somebody's coming to walk in on you fucking me so hard that I'm about to fall apart. Or, I think about having your arms tied up over your head while me and my clever mouth are hard at work sucking the ever-loving jesus out of you. And we both know you could get out, but of course you don't, and you just writhe there as I make you see stars."

The third works in, bit by bit, until Sean has all three inside of Steve. Fuck, even while getting stroked off, he's still tight as a drum. Sean just keeps busy, long smooth curls of his hand up and down that lovely shaft, his thumb grazing over the head of Steve's cock. "I've spent a lot of time thinking about you sending me texts while you're at home, asking me to send you shots, and I do. I send you pictures of anything you want. But- Christ, I had it a bit sideways, didn't I? I suppose I should have daydreamed more about making you send me pictures of yourself for me to wank myself raw to."

And he curls his fingers in Steve. "You would, wouldn't you?"