"Are you doubting my stamina, Sir?" he drawled, feigning offense and drawing out the 'sir' in a way he only ever used in bed anymore (to great advantage). It stirred memories of some very interesting games involving handcuffs.

"If you don't think I'm up to it," he growled, shifting forward so he hovered face-to-face over Jack, supporting himself with one hand as he used the other to reach back and align Jack perfectly... "perhaps you ought to tire me out completely." And with that husky challenge, he began to lower himself onto Jack, breath stuttering as the head of Jack's cock breached his entrance.