Eli reached out with his left hand, pressing firmly against the bulge forming in Lance's trousers, feeling the heat and growing hardness beneath the fabric.
Lance's breath caught, his body responding instinctively to the unexpected touch, his cock straining against the confines of his pants as Eli's fingers explored with increasing confidence.
His right hand moved swiftly, unbuckling the belt with a sense of urgency, the metal sliding free with a soft clink that echoed in the quiet room. He undid the button and drew the zipper down agonizingly slowly, as if savoring the anticipation of release.
Finally, he freed Lance's thick, veined cock from its restraints, watching it stand tall and eager, the sight drawing a low, involuntary groan from Lance's lips.
Wasting no time, Eli's left hand wrapped around the shaft, stroking it with a steady, firm grip.
