“Dear God!” Gabe cried out when Deuce lunged forward and sucked Gabe’s balls into his mouth without warning. Gabe jerked his hips. His rigid cock bobbed, the purple veins stark, almost an artistic tapestry against his ruddy dick. Deuce’s tongue dipped beneath and between, circling at the base of Gabe’s cock. “I-I c-can’t wait much longer,” Gabe said. “I’m going to come.”
“Not yet,” Deuce whispered, and looked up.
In the slowly drifting mist he fell in love all over again. It was as if his heart had fallen at Gabe’s feet, and the long, cold flame that had gone out before now flamed bright and hot within Deuce’s soul. Just then he saw Gabe look down at him. It was the face he knew well, the face he had fell in love with, the eyes, the hair, the beautifully shaped lips that quirked when a pleasant thought crossed his mind.