Benjamin's body responds to Malachy's touch, his nipples hardening, his breath catching in his throat. Malachy's hands, slick with oil, slide down Benjamin's sides, tracing the curves of his hips, his fingers brushing against the edge of the towel. Benjamin's cock throbs, aching to be touched. Malachy leans in, his breath hot on Benjamin's ear, "You're getting hard, Benjamin," he whispers, a hint of amusement in his voice. Benjamin's face flushes, but he doesn't deny it. He can't. His body betrays him, his cock twitching with need as Malachy's fingers finally, tantalizingly, brush against it.