The Italian's hand slipped just a little deeper, over the lenght of Jay's hard shaft, inch by inch exploring the erection until he cupped the other man's balls, massaging them with quite skilled fingers. He was good and he knew it and..he knew that he was worth each cent. He might be sinfully expensive, but it was so worth it.<br/><br/>Andrea's other hand caressed over Jay's hair when the other man started to move down some, and he watched him with those almost black eyes. They might seem cool but there was that fire burning within. Fire and passion. Jay could feel the Italian's chest rise and fall with slow, steady breaths, his muscles shifting and rippling gently under his tanned skin. A soft hiss escaped his lips when Jay started to nibble on his barbell and his fingers tighten on Jay's hair when he felt the finger by his hole. He grunted softly and licked his lips, but his gaze never leaves Jay's face. He was rather attractive, after all. Unlike many other of his clients.<br/><br/>He doesn't let go of the other man's balls, still massaging them gently. Of course, Andrea was quite aware of the other man's feverish desire, and it made him all the more eager to tease the other man even more.