Daniel closed his eyes, unable to prevent a ragged moan from escaping his lips. If he didn’t release his cock soon it would rip through the material. Already a drop of pre-cum wet the crotch.
Aubrey pulled away again and Daniel whimpered. He was too far gone with lust to feel shame. He had to have Aubrey. Even a moment away from his touch was torture.
“Move,” Aubrey whispered hoarsely, tilting his head toward the settee. He appeared incapable of more than that. It thrilled Daniel to think he had such an effect on him.
“I’m not sure I can stand upright,” Daniel admitted with a little laugh. His legs felt like they’d turned to water. His gaze moved from the dark eyes he loved so much down Aubrey’s muscular chest, his flat stomach, tapered hips and…Lord. Aubrey’s cock strained against his own trousers, reminding Daniel how large he was. He licked his lips, remembering the taste of that cock, remembering it fucking his mouth. He stumbled forward toward the settee.