Graham knew he definitely wanted to get Ripley naked, but he was less sure what he would actually do once this goal was accomplished. What do you do with another guy? He supposed it was easy enough to find out, not like he'd been entirely sure what to do with women when he started having sex.

He was damn sure he liked the kissing, though. And it had felt good to take a bit of control, to not be led around like... well, like some sort of pet. It was an uncharitable thought, and one he let go of quickly because he really didn't want to be thinking about Regina at all right now.

There was a moment of hesitation when Ripley's pants were open, but it was so short that it was barely noticeable. Long live liquid courage, he thought to himself as he reached in to free Ripley's cock. Felt strange to have one in his hand that wasn't his own, but again not unpleasant. He wondered if he was going too fast, if he should have waited, made out some more, whatever... something. Too late to turn back now, though, so he gave the cock in his hand an experimental stroke.