Above him, Corey gasps, “Oh, yeah.”
His words are mere breath between them. His hands play over the tight curls clinging to Will’s scalp; his fingers tickle over the tops of Will’s ears and down the back of his neck, guiding Will closer, driving his dick farther into Will’s open mouth. Corey’s breath draws in, a sharp hiss like a snake between them.
But when Will fingers the cable tie, ready to rip open the Velcro and drink down Corey’s juices, the hustler pulls back. The tip of his cock slips from between Will’s damp lips; he sticks his tongue out to chase after it, but Corey’s stronger than he looks and holds Will back. “You’re not paying for just this,” Corey reminds him. “Lie down.”