“God.”
“You are so damn hot,” Nathan breathed and then rubbed his now sheathed cock along Barnaby’s crease.
He bit his lip. “Fuck me. Nathan, please.”
“Damn, I love it when you beg,” Nathan growled just before he entered him. His hand closed around Barnaby’s erection and he began to stroke him.
Each thrust hit his prostate, sending him near the edge. It was a quick, hard fuck and Barnaby didn’t mind a bit. He planned on Nathan taking his time later. He was so close to coming himself as Nathan’s hand jerked him fast, Barnaby pushed back, clenching his muscle over the other’s man’s cock.
Nathan tensed and rammed him so hard he nearly stumbled over the couch. Barnaby’s cock released gobs of creamy fluid and he fleetingly hoped it wasn’t getting all over the backside of Nathan’s couch.
He straightened as Nathan pulled out of him, panting heavily. Barnaby dropped to his knees and glanced at the couch. He winced at the wet spot. “Um, sorry.”