The song ended, but this time, a new one didn’t start.
“Please, Vince…” David reached back and covered one of Vincent’s hands, his palm slick with sweat. “Don’t make me wait anymore. I need you to fuck me.”
Vincent lifted his head, but he didn’t have any intention of giving in to David. Not quite yet. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand David’s need. He absolutely did. It matched his own. But he wasn’t quite finished yet. He ran his fingers over the tip of David’s cock, slicking them with the thin pre-come he found there. Instead of starting with one finger, he used two, sliding them both into David’s tight passage.
David gasped and flinched away, his back arching into an elegant bow. “Fuck…I forgot how full it feels.”
“That’s why I’m doing this. Want to make sure you’re ready for my cock.”