Vince scraped his fingers down David’s softening length, gathering up the strings of come still clinging to his skin. He caught David’s bottom lip between his teeth, biting him lightly before soothing the sore flesh with his tongue.
“Get in the bedroom and get undressed.”
He stared up at Vince with mild disbelief. He actually expected his legs to work? Was he crazy? Vince didn’t give him a choice, though, when he let David go and stepped back, leaving him with only the wall for support. David fumbled for the doorknob, his hand slipping more than once. He’d regained a small measure of balance by the time he pushed it open, and stumbled across the threshold when his pants slipped around his ankles.