"Oh, I know," he assured in a breathless voice against the side of Chasin's neck. A quiet groan rumbled against the younger man's skin when he pushed back against Django. Django, still fully clothed, rock hard, and oh-so-eager for where the evening was going. His hips rocked, grinding shamelessly against Chasin's ass as his hand worked quicker, twisting and tugging that sensitive flesh with only one purpose in mind.

"Go ahead."