“What’s wrong?” Eron whispered.
“I’m worried about leaving a mark,” Garrett answered. Was Eron grimacing in pain or pleasure? He hoped pleasure.
Eron started gnawing at his ear and neck. His beard was heavier than Garrett’s but that wasn’t the only difference between the two of them. Where Garrett’s hair was blond and his skin tan, Eron’s hair was black, his skin olive. Where Garrett was smooth, Eron’s chest was covered in coarse black hair. Garrett was sure he’d have welts from the friction.
Garrett moved off Eron and ran his hand along Eron’s chest and stomach. He admired his cock again, up close and not rushed. The deep black bush and the thick, dark dick that stood out of it had occupied Garrett’s dreams on the nights when he especially missed Eron. Thick at the base, thicker in the middle, it tapered at the head. Garrett’s ass twitched, begging for Eron’s member to invade his ass once again.