That mouth made him shudder as much as that hand did. Moaning, he pressed his hands against the glass to make it easier to push back into what was being done to him as well as to grind his hips against the ones behind him. He was already running his tongue over his upper lip as he let his eyes slide partway closed. They'd only just started and he was already this fucking turned on. Not that that was a surprise. He was always ready to go with Django just because he knew the sex was going to be fucking amazing.

Pressing his forehead to the glass, he sighed at how cool it felt. "Fuck your hand always feels great."

A roughness to it that came from getting out there and being willing to get those hands dirty. Willing to put in the work rather than focus on all the prissy care it took to keep skin soft. It made for the greatest fucking handjobs.