Walker's hands were admiring Joel's pale and fair ass, softly kneading the cheeks, before pulling the kid back down landing him right on top of him. Walker slightly repositioned them both, pushing one hand against Joel's chest while the other one shifted his hips. Joel could feel the length of Walker's cock pressing along the inside of his cheeks, and it actually felt really good. The man was still wearing his boxers, and even though the fabric had shifted, fully exposing Walker, Joel wanted the other man to be naked too. The urge of that thought died away as soon as he felt a soft and wet sensation pressing against his shoulder blade. Walker had started kissing him, also using his tongue. As Walker started combining the soft kisses with soft but earnest shoulder-biting, Joel just groans, feeling a tingling sensation going up his spine. He felt the man's other hand pressing his chest more fierce, feeling the pressure of Walker's chest against his back. Walker's hand started rubbing the boy's nipple. The warmth accumulating beneath his ass was getting unmanageable as he started bucking it back and forth a bit. Joel had thought about these kinda scenarios when thinking about Brendan's love life, and he always thought these kind of things would be rough and dry. He knew now how wrong he'd been. The mixture of sweat and 2 kinds of pre-come almost made it all feel as 'wet' and 'smooth' as with a girl.
Walker really wanted to fuck right about now, as he felt the pressure in his prostate almost getting too much too handle. He just needed to get Joel a bit more ready, as he didn't want to break the kid whilst fucking him. He started stroking the boy's exposed cock while his other hand was on Joel's hip, helping him rub his own cock in just the right way. Panting and moaning was all he could hear from the boy sitting on top of him, and Walker felt some wet and cold saliva dripping down his own chin. The kid had actually made him drool, Walker thought slightly amazed. He realized how good it felt having that Scottish Foxy dry-fucking him. This had been nothing like how it had been with Brendan. He didn't have to beg, he didn't have to crawl. He was fully in control and he could do whatever he wanted to do. Although he doubted it possible, this thought made him even more horny. He stopped stroking Joel's cock – who let out a disappointed but satisfied sigh in response – and slightly shifted forward letting his hand disappear beneath the cushion of the couch. He knew Brendan always stacked some condoms and lube down there. Holding the kid while shifting forward just a little bit more, he finally felt his digits touching his prize.