Anton tilted his head back, his eyes trained on the ceiling. Until his balls brushed against Mason’s chin. Then he looked down, meeting Mason’s gaze with a strange intensity. It hit Mason right in his stomach, and for a moment, he was distracted from the thick pressure between his lips. He wasn’t sure what the expression meant, or if it meant anything at all, but his desire to please Anton doubled. He moaned around Anton’s cock, feeling the vibrations echo through his thick shaft.
The effect was like shocking Anton. He started to rock his hips, thrusting in and out of Mason’s mouth. His hands unsettled, no longer satisfied with holding Mason’s head. They brushed over his hair, caressed his hollowed cheek. Knuckles skimmed over his skin, sending an array of goose bumps down Mason’s neck. At one point, he gripped the base of his cock and pulled out, slapping the shaft against his jaw before rubbing the tip over his lips.