Through his thin pants, Anton’s thick cock throbbed against Mason’s stomach. Anton wasn’t letting go of his head, holding him firm in order to devour his mouth over and over again. That left Mason no choice but to let his hands explore for the moment, skimming along the waistband to find the fly.
He yanked the button free and the zipper open, his fingers seeking out the weight of Anton’s shaft. Anton moaned softly as Mason gripped him, and he knew that neither of them would be happy with a mere hand job. Without breaking the kiss, Anton spun to push him against the wall.
When Anton broke the kiss, he pulled at Mason’s shirt. Mason helped him tug it over his arms, and it fell to the floor. Anton ducked his head, kissing the ridge of Mason’s shoulder, then down to his elbow. Mason gasped, chill after chill rolling down his spine. Every time Anton touched him, he shivered again.