Ryan finds himself sitting on the edge of the bed with his jeans around his ankles, with Ian on his knees in front of him. Ian’s mouth is wet and warm, and all the stress from the day melts away. All Ryan can feel is pleasure curling down his spine.
He tries not to pull Ian’s hair and just hold on, but Ian doesn’t complain. He just keeps taking Ryan’s length. Before Ryan knows it, his orgasm is approaching, and he’s moaning warnings. Ian doesn’t pull off. He keeps his lips sealed around Ryan’s cockhead and swallows the come.
Ryan is still breathless when Ian straightens up and kisses him, and Ryan can taste the saltiness of his come and the richness of wine on Ian’s tongue.
“That was insane. I never felt such a rush. What do you want? We can do anything,” Ryan says while gasping.