With a last kiss against Locke's shoulder, Weiler lifted his upper body up on his arms and began to slowly move his hips. His breathing was heavy with restraint and concentration - every time he pushed in, he sought out that elusive spot that would make Locke see exactly why Weiler liked doing this so much. But even should that fail, he pulled back further and wrapped a hand around Locke's unforgotten erection, beginning to tightly stroke.