"That's the potion talking, sciocco." Jim teases. The hand at Illario's thigh drags upward with so much intent before it caresses Illario's cock. His chuckle gets low. Grit and honey both as Illario's lust ignites Jim's own in turn. His smirk can be felt over Illario's pulse point where he mouths hungrily at tanned skin.

"Questo è solo il primo..." He whispers in time with the thrust of his fingers and the stroke of his palm over Illario's rock-hard cock. "Unless you try to hold out on me..."