Ripley was all for figuring it out as they went along. In fact, he was not doing a lot of thinking at all, right now. The kissing was definitely ranking up in the genius level of 'ideas Graham has' list, and he had no problem giving over control to the Sheriff. It sent a thrill through him he was going to take a deeper look at later when Graham told him to do something.

But then there really were no thoughts going through his head. His mind wiped a blank white of pleasure when the rougher hand wrapped around his cock. It drew an animalistic sound from Ripley, his hips bucking forward, and it really had been way too long since he had been touched by someone else's hand if all it took was one stroke from Graham to have him breaking apart at the seams.

"Fuck. Jesus, Graham, do that again." One of his hands was digging so deep into his couch he thought he might put holes into it with his fingers, while the other had gone white knuckled, hooked into Graham's waistband, his knuckles rubbing against the dip where hip bones and ab muscles melted into a trail of hair he had been all too eager to follow.