Juta's shirt hits the ground, revealing miles of smooth skin that gleams in the morning light. He tosses a look over his shoulder at Ruto that's pure carnal. "Do you want to help me?"
A small smirk grows on his lips as he sees Ruto visibly affected. His erection is even more prominent.
Now, Juta can see the wet patch spreading on Ruto's breeches.
Ruto's throat works uselessly. Every instinct screams, his nerves attacking all at once, blood pumping to his basal region.
" Just do it yourself," He manages, fists clenching until his knuckles go white.
"Hmm." Juta's smile turns wicked as his fingers find his waistband. "Alright then. Feel free to watch, I don't mind!"
The pants slide down those perfect hips with deliberate slowness, and Ruto spins away,
He's not going to watch.
Except he is.
