Vince looked up, his eyes meeting David’s, as his mouth sank lower and lower. Vince didn’t often suck David off. He was usually more interested in getting his cock buried in David’s ass. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t good at it. He completely consumed David’s cock, his large mouth surrounding every inch of him until the head pressed through Vince’s throat. His fingers relaxed where they held David, and he began to move his thumbs in small, almost soothing circles.
The simple gestures encouraged David to move, but he held back, fearful of breaking the spell that seemed to have settled between them. He watched, transfixed, as Vince slid back up the length, his shaft glistening until it was engulfed again. Did Vince get the same thrill at watching when it was David’s lips wrapped around Vince’s cock? For some reason, he would bet yes.