And Andrea took his time to roll his hips and roam his hands over his body, knowing well that with each passing moment, the other man had more and more trouble to control himself. His hands trailing down his rear and back up again before he stood back up, trailing his fingertips up over the buldge and then along the waistband of his briefs but he doesn't pull the briefs down..yet.<br/><br/>He looked down to the sitting man, licking his bottom lip ever so slowly before he spoke, in a husky whisper.<em>"Tell me that you want it, Signore.."</em>His hips swaying and the Italian hooked both thumbs on the brief's waistband, pushing them down... but just an inch, painfully slow, revealing just a tad more of tanned skin.