“Definitely not.”
Kyle heard the tear of a foil wrapper, and he moaned, “Yesssss.” He spread his legs without urging from Dave, lifting his ass and pushing it up toward Dave’s probing hands. More sloshing noises and then a cool, slicked finger slipped into the entrance of his ass.
“Dave, God, you’re making me crazy.”
“That’s the idea.” Dave withdrew his finger and dropped down near Kyle’s ear, his lips trailing along the sensitive flesh there and whispered, “I’m going to pound you into the mattress.”
Kyle swallowed, willing his errant cock not to splurt all over the sheets underneath him. He wanted to come with Dave fucking him.
Dave’s mouth latched onto his throat, nibbling and sucking. Kyle gripped the sheets, squeezing. His lover once more massaged his shoulders and back, making a painfully slow beeline for his butt. He opened himself for the finger Dave slipped in, probing, pushing, feeling for his prostate.