Bryan
stepped forward and took Phiz by the shoulders. He turned him so they were
facing each other. “Speak,” he said, hurriedly. “Whatever you want, tell me
you’re okay.”
Phiz’s
cock pressed against Bryan’s belly, leaving a wet trail of pre-cum. “Touch me
for fuck’s sake,” he said hoarsely. “That was so bloody good. But I’m in agony
here!”
Bryan
dropped his left hand to the belt around Phiz’s waist and gripped it tight.
Then he moved his right hand to Phiz’s arousal and started to pump him.
“Don’t
be nice, right?” Phiz was muttering through gritted teeth. He leaned his
forehead into the crook of Bryan’s neck and braced himself between the belt and
Bryan’s body. “So fucking hot. Do me good, Bryan. Sir. Good and hard!”
This
time, Bryan didn’t worry about being too rough. He knew how good a fierce grip
could be, and Phiz was eager for it. They clung to each other, both panting and
speechless apart from Phiz’s groans of pleasure. Phiz’s cock was warm and