“Yeah,” Scooter said, soft, low, slurred, “yeah, you got it, babe.”
And then he was jerking himself off in rhythm with Andy’s thrusts, groaning every time Andy slammed into him. “Oh, God. Oh, Andy…oh…oh…” He squeezed again, passage growing hotter, tighter, a series of soft, throbbing clenches. And then he was coming, spurting, painting the sheets with it.
Andy almost came right then, the feel of Scooter around him, the sound…He had to bite his lip nearly through to hold back until Scooter finished, was loose enough to pull out without hurting him. What Scooter had wanted—Andy grabbed his dick in a grip almost painfully tight and stroked once, twice, three times before he came, thick white rope falling onto Scooter’s skin, back and ass, and oh Jesusthat was…Andy had to close his eyes or he was going to come again dry, just at the sight of it, Scooter marked with his come…”Oh God,” he groaned. “God, I love you.”