But Matt was. And whatever Matt wanted, Vic made sure he got it, simple as that.
So they were having an apartment full of guests Sunday evening, and this morning they planned to swing by the grocery store to buy drinks and snacks. If Vic could just find a pair of boxers to wear. And if he couldn’t, maybe he could beg off going…
His lover’s hands rubbed over his buttocks, pinching, kneading, their warmth turning him on. His cock jerked, knocking against the door of the dryer with a hollow pingthat made Matt laugh. “What are we looking for again?”
Vic couldn’t remember. All he knew were the hands lifting his cheeks, spreading them wide, massaging them. He stood up on his tiptoes, arched his back, and leaned heavily on the top of the dryer to steady himself. Still, the first soft lick of Matt’s tongue over hidden flesh almost dropped him to his knees. “God,” he gasped as Matt traced the cleft between his buttocks. “Yes.”