Emcee drinks in the sight of his bare body, from his sinewy thighs to his breasts. And when he starts to lower himself onto his cock, it's all he can do do keep himself from thrusting into him. No, he wants to feel him taking him in, inch by inch. He watches himself disappear, being enveloped in hot, pulsating flesh.

"Yes... Oh, yes..."

He trembles with the strain of holding back. It's an exhilarating sort of tension.

It makes him feel alive.