“Harder, you little shit.” Garret barked, his teeth gritted in a wolfish grin. He flexed a rippling bicep, drawing Baker’s reddening face closer.
“I…I’m trying!” panted Baker. “I can’t feel anything!”
Garret shrugged his massive shoulders. “The fuck do I care? You wanted to be closer to this.” He spread his arms wide, displaying his naked torso. The twink could smell his sweat. “Get close.”