Tom wailed, and held onto Gabe tighter, his next breath spilling out in a litany of begging and cursing sprinkled liberally with endearments. Gabe rocked back again, and Tom’s muscles flexed, lifting himself further still off Gabe’s cock, and then slamming himself back down when Gabe rocked up. His breath stuttered as he moaned. “Yes, like that, yes yes yes, Gabe, baby, sweetheart, more more more…”
Threaded his fingers through Tom’s hair, capturing his mouth, Gabe plunged his tongue between Tom’s lips, matching time with their frantic breathing, the movement of Tom’s hips against his, until every nerve ending in his body was on fire, moving desperately, urgently, toward the same goal. Chasing release, his, Tom’s, it didn’t even matter. Used his grip on Tom’s ass to yank them even closer, so each of Gabe’s thrusts rubbed Tom’s dick against Gabe’s stomach.