Chapter 15

“Come for me, Danny. Want to feel you come all over my hand. Yes, fuck my hand, just like that. Your cock feels prefect in my hand, made for me,” Michael growls against Daniel’s ear, his breath hot and moist on the shell of Daniel’s ear. It sends an extra jolt of pleasure through him, and Daniel moans out Michael’s name as he orgasms.

Michael whispers to him the whole time his body is shaking, his dick twitching, dirty things mixed with praise as Michael strokes him through every shudder.

Daniel kisses Michael slowly, almost sleepily as he comes down from the rushing high he’s feeling, and he’s filled with a warmth and satisfaction. But then a pang of guilt tries to break through.

“Damn it, I totally ignored you. I’m so selfish,” Daniel says, trying to sit up more, but Michael pins him down so they’re chest to chest as he grabs a tissue from the bedside table, cleaning his hand before stroking gently down the length of Daniels back, including his scars.