Davin groans and bites his lip when Nathan pulls away, pushing him down onto his back and pulling his boxers down, biting kisses into his hips as he does. God, he feels dazed, and he rests his chin on Nathan's stomach as he looks up at him.

"Am I sure about what?" He grips Nathan's cock with his own lubed fingers and strokes slowly. "You kinda sucked my brain out through my dick, but I seem t'remember a pretty sweet song about ya ridin' me."

He had assumed Nathan wanted the lube to get himself ready, but apparently he can't think while he's getting good head.