Izz moaned, his lips parting. Blood roared in Dante’s ears with each warm, sensuous caress of Izz’s tongue against his own. His cock throbbed, caught in the thigh of his pants leg.
Dante pulled back, breathless and panting. “Want a BJ?” he asked, breathing through his nose slowly in an attempt to regain composure.
“Don’t think it’s a want as much as a need,” said Izz, his mouth finding Dante’s once more. His hands trailed over Dante’s chest, finding his way to the hem of Dante’s shirt and then beneath it. The tips of Izz’s fingers brushed against the skin above the waistband of Dante’s jeans. Izz’s touch moved lower to Dante’s thigh. A pleased hum rose from Izz’s throat when his hand found the hard girth of Dante’s cock straining against the denim.
Dante’s moaned, his head falling back, relishing the blissful caress. Izz’s lips moved along Dante’s throat, his tongue trailing softly over the sensitive pulse point.