Chapter 27

Any care Shawn had taken in holding himself back vanished. He cupped the back of Dario’s head and met every slide down his shaft with a drive forward, grunts and whispers and sounds of encouragement joining together into a continuous stream. His balls slapped against his thighs from the new force, and on a whim, Dario sought them out, holding the sac almost delicately before giving them a little squeeze.

Shawn shouted. The vein resting along Dario’s tongue throbbed, and in the next moment, warm, thick come pulsed from the slit, filling the back of his throat.

For a split second, Dario didn’t know what to do. The taste and texture wasn’t unpleasant, just highly unexpected, and he considered spitting it back out. But then he remembered Shawn’s look of undeniable bliss as he licked Dario’s come from his fingers. He tightened the seal of his lips around Shawn’s cock, swallowing as quickly as he could and greedily coaxing more, prolonging the orgasm as long as he could.