Who: Matthew Sanders and William Beckett
Where: Matthew's Office
What: Watching elevator porn
Why: Because you disappeared on me on aim and it made me sad.
When: I don't even know.
Becketts here: He lets out a surprised sort of noise, almost but not quite managing to tear his eyes from the screen, though they do widen in surprise, "Fuck myself? How?" His forehead creases a little, "I don't mean with a vibrator or something, I meant my actual body.." he mumbles, sentence broken up by moans and pants.
shads licks you: "The One Agency," he drawled, his train of thought cut by a gasp and a buck as the heat built between his legs, body squirming beneath Will's, hand working passed the folds of fabric only to wrap around his cock firmly. "...making dreams come true."
Becketts here: He gasps as the other mans fingers close around him, arching his hips up into a graceful angle before dropping back against the other mans clothed erection, moving his body faster to rub against him. "How?" He gasps, then shakes his head, soft moans falling from his lips. "I don't care...want..it.....do..anything.." his sentence is more broken up as he gets closer to his orgasm, eyes slipping tightly closed.