Nate let out a half groan, half moan at the thought of being ridden and fucked, possibly at the same time. Zane’s hands diligently working at the fastens of his jeans, relieving some of the awful pressure on his hard length made him moan again, one arm wrapping more securely around Zane’s chest, and the other going behind him to lace his hands in his hair, pulling him even closer.<br/><br/>Hearing Zane moan and the feel of those teasing words being spoken against his lips just drove him even more mad, and he leaned in to kiss him again, until that hand slid into his pants and across his length, causing him to throw his head back again with a strangled cry, bucking his hips up into the hand. He needed to be touched more, not just teased like this. “Yes, fuck, Zane,<i>please</i>!”<br/><br/>At this point he was just putty in their hands, agreeing to whatever they said, knowing that if he did, maybe his pleasure would come that much faster. The light squeeze of the hand had his hips bucking up instinctually again, and he bit his lip, eyes squeezing shut. He needed MORE.<br/><br/>The nip to the back of his neck made him whimper slightly, reminding him that Elrenic was still back there, and the tugging on his pants made him start wiggling his hips, letting go of Zane with one hand so he could push himself up enough for his jeans to be tugged down.