The Italian stud reached down, coiling his own fingers around Jay's hand on his shaft, again with a soft, low moan.<em>"You'll have me as long as you want to, Signore." </em><br/><br/>And after this he turned around, fluid and graceful and just in time when Jay started to undress himself.<em>"Why don't you let me do this for you, hm?"</em>It's lowly spoken, seductively so, and he didn't wait for an answer. He knew what his clients wanted, after all. They wanted to be pampered, and the young stud was more than willing to give them what they wanted.<br/><br/>His fingers slowly working on the man's shirt, opening one button after the other while he stepped closer, smiling that dashing smile again and without any further word, he ran a hand through the mans hair, placing his palm against the back of Jay's head and then he kissed the other man. It was..passionate and hot, letting all that Italian temper flow into the kiss. He pressed his naked body against the other man's, his other hand again trailing over Jay's rear.