“I’m gon—” Trevor groaned.
As the first shot of come hit Chase’s tongue, he wrapped his hand around his own cock and joined Trevor in a tumble off the edge. He swallowed what spilled in his mouth, drawing it in without hesitation. Beneath him, Trevor writhed with pleasure, and Chase would have preened if his own brain was more than a hum of delight. He’d done that. He’d made Trevor feel good. And when he finally pulled off and Trevor dragged him up, he didn’t hesitate to return Trevor’s kiss and share the flavor that lingered on his tongue.
He collapsed beside Trevor when the kiss broke, both of them panting and trembling a little with the aftershocks of pleasure.
Trevor looked over with a dopey grin that probably matched Chase’s. “Wow.” 14
“Want to play Super Smash Brothers?” Jorge asked from his bean bag chair in front of the TV, fingers moving with deadly precision over the buttons.