And that's just perfect. For a moment, Granby just watches the ride of Priestly's hips and the press of his fingers. He can't stand it much longer, though, dragging his fingers free and curling them around his cock, stroking, slicking, the friction making his breath catch.

He moves in closer on his knees, sliding the head of his cock along the cleft of Priestly's backside, rubbing over his hole, teasing.

Teasing both of them, really.