"You're so fucking gorgeous," Jag told him with a chuckle, joining him and easing his trousers and underwear down, not about to deny himself what he'd been dying for any longer. Besides, he was looking forward to finding out what kind of jewelry Val had on today - although admittedly less so than to tonguing at it, which was what he did as soon as Val's clothes were around his ankles, leaning forward to dart his tongue out as his warm hand wrapped around Val's cock. His other hand stroked over the tattoo on Val's thigh, as if for a hello-there to the wolf he had so missed. No, really, he'd missed everything about this.