Chapter 3

“Me too.” Evan climbed onto the bed, switched his position so his cock was toward Luke’s face, and lowered his mouth over Luke’s needy cock.

Oh, God. Luke opened his mouth to take Evan into his own mouth, even as the sensation of Evan engulfed his consciousness. Evan was big, and heavy on his tongue. Luke was going to have to work up to taking him deep, but he didn’t mind putting in the effort. Concentration would be a problem, given that Evan was doing something with his tongue in Luke’s slit that was making him want to shout, but it was worth it.

Somewhere, out in the wider world, metal jingled. Luke barely noticed. He was too focused on the dual sensations, one at each end of his body. Evan tasted like rain on a hot summer day, and when he moaned the vibrations did something to Luke that defied language. Luke relaxed his throat a little more, able to take more of Evan than he had been.