Lucien felt the light pressure of the string of Blaise's underwear against his finger as he pushed it into Blaise's soft pink opening. He hadn't bothered to take the sexy little slip of fabric off, and just pushed it to the side instead.
He began stroking the inside of Blaise, curling his fingers and massaging Blaise. Blaise let out a little cry of pleasure, so he knew it felt good. Blaise didn't hold back; he danced on his finger, slowly and rhythmically.
"Ah, Lucien," he sighed, "right there, that's the spot!"
Lucien peeked around the front of Blaise's body, and saw that he was leaking in the front through the fabric. The tip of his hard cock was pushing against the underwear, stretching it to its limit and almost threatening to pop out of it any second.
