The Italian pressed himself against the other man, grinding his rear almost against Jay's buldge, with a low, barely audible rumble, his head tilted back to rest against one of Jay's shoulders. He lifted one arm, tracing his fingers down along the other mans spine before he rested his palm against one of Jay's ass cheeks, with a none too gentle squeeze. It was nothing painful just...teasing.<br/><br/>He tilted his head back some more, enough to whisper into the other man's ear while he nibbled on the earlobe.<em>"Tell me what you want, Signore. Tell me.."</em>The Italian stud whispered and it was almost a moan, and in the meantime, his hand had moved over the other mans rear, slowly slipping between his legs.<br/><br/>Andrea's cock wasn't something monstrous or overly huge, just a bit above average, uncut and free from piercings and it was hard in Jay's hand and Andrea was still nibbling and sucking on the earlobe. The young mad had quite the talented tongue, it seemed. And very likely a dirty mouth, too. Here and there he whispered something in Italian, and by the sound of it, it must be something lewd and dirty. It sounded like it.