Joel felt himself hesitating at the sudden feeling of Walker eagerly licking and biting at his lip, but it just felt too goddamn good, so he reciprocated by plunging evenly eagerly back into the older man's mouth. Walker's head gave way to a small reflex, pulling his head back a bit in response to the kid's sudden change in willingness. Joel grabbed Walker's head, pressing him into his kiss so hard it startled Walker. He felt he couldn't retain his current posture and he slowly felt himself tipping over to the side. Joel had grabbed Walker's shoulders and pushed him back further to the side, while repositioning himself in the process. As Walker felt his head coming to a rest on the couche's armrest, he knew he had now lost total control of the situation – and it actually felt kind of good. The kid had straddled him again and started prodding Walkers lips with his tongue, trying to get inside. Walker had his hands still hanging in mid-air above Joel's back. He felt himself feigning a feel of total loss and helplessness as the Scottish boy started moving his hips back and forward, slowly rubbing the shaft of his cock in the process.
Joel suddenly felt himself thinking of Brendan. Feeling Walker through his jeans, feeling his own cock burning against the inside of the fabric and feeling how the strokes he made send short electric shocks all the way to his ass, he felt like he finally got it. He never felt that sensation there before, and the state of his arousal made him want to explore – it made him want more. He jumped up still having his eyes locked on Walker's. The man's usually light eyes looked dark, almost black and possessed. Joel smirked at Walker as he kicked off his shoes, unbuttoned two buttons of his jeans and then stopped to pull his own shirt over his head, tossing it behind the couch. Walker's fixed and intense stare suddenly turned towards the two unbuttoned buttons of Joel's jeans. There it was again. The small trail of hair disappearing behind the still buttoned part of the jeans. Joel just stood there, as if not really sure what to do next, and Walker felt like he was having a courteous mood, so he decided to help the lad out. He fixed his gaze on the kid's eyes again. They looked glassy and a bit unfocused, but the message Walker could read behind the glassines was still clear. Walker pushed himself up, sitting straight, looking up at Joel with the same dark and intense stare whilst moving his hands towards the front of the jeans.