Spinelli's teeth nipped at Jason's earlobe and he was rewarded for his playful banter with a broken, breathless, "Spinelli."
His mentor's mouth, hard, unforgiving was plied voraciously to his exposed throat sucking and licking, traversing the sensual curvature. Milking the moment, Jason allowed his tongue to linger, savoring the thready pulse at the juncture between Spinelli's tender neck and rigid clavicle.
Quivering, Spinelli leaned into Jason, twining his fingers into Jason's waistband. Arching, he banged his head mindlessly against the wall. Jason tugged at his hips and Spinelli nimbly wrapped limber legs around Jason's taut middle. He trembled, expectant.