"Morning," Frank whispered, climbing over Sydney and kissing his reply from his body. "I want it."
Sydney laughed softly, tangling his arms around Frank's neck. "Breakfast in bed? I can do that."
Rolling over, Frank allowed Sydney to take control. He slid upward, pulling his knees beneath his naked frame causing his ass to stick out. He felt it the moment his cheeks spread with his position for the cool breeze from the air conditioner washed over his hot hole.
"You get to chose, Frank," Sydney leaned over Frank to whisper against his ear before biting the lobe.
"My tongue, or my cock."