The Italian had gotten comfortable on the bed, flopping down with an arm under his head, relaxed and easy. He watched the other man's hands on his body, with a smile on his lips, and his cock slowly hardening again. He spread his legs, bent at the knees, his other hand running through Jay's hair, with gentle, slow strokes while he watched the older man.<em>"I bet you hear that a lot, Signore, that you're very attractive. One must be blind to not see that, si?" </em>It was just a low murmur, husky and seductive, and he moaned softly when Jay started to lick over the underside of his almost hard shaft.<br/><br/>And the compliment made him smile softly, playfully so almost, with a gentle twinkle in those dark eyes. He pulled his hand from the other man's hair, tracing his thumb over the head of his cock.<em>"You can do it as long as you want to, Signore. It's all yours." </em>He winked softly.<em>"And yours is beautiful, too."</em>He licked over his bottom lip, unconsciously so, very likely.<em> "You taste just as beautifully, Signore.."</em><br/><br/>He tilted his head back, just a little, the soft lickings made him shiver, and the sensation caused goosebumps to rise over his tanned flesh.<em> "Hmm...that's so good. So good.."</em>