Chapter 37

Just when he thought he couldn’t take much more, Tim slowed down, becoming gentle and loving. Stealing kisses. Tim’s cock sliding across Brandon’s prostate, making him whimper.

Brandon stroked himself, pulling hard on his shaft, feeling the build, the tightness in his balls. He was close to the edge.

“Brandon,” Tim said almost reverently as his thrusts sped up once more, rough and hard. Tim came shouting Brandon’s name.

And that was enough. Cum splattered his fingers, his stomach, and his chest.

When their breathing had returned to normal and they’d disentangled their bodies, Brandon got up to wash a bit in the bathroom. As he was about to turn on the faucet, he heard Tim’s phone ring and Tim answer it. He went to the door and listened as Tim started talking about his law case again. Sighing, he turned away to wash.

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