With a groan, Elijah held his head and began pumping his hips. Sam never looked away from him, his eyes shining as Elijah fucked his mouth.
Sam swallowed with every thrust. He whimpered with every swallow. His fingers probed with every clench, finally pushing past the outer ring to search for Elijah’s prostate. He didn’t need the added stimulation. The swelter of Sam’s lips and tongue were enough to drive him crazy, the friction intensifying each time he snapped his hips. His balls slapped against Sam’s chin, a needed sting to counter the ecstasy, but quickly, not even that was enough to work. Everything exploded in a riot of heat and pressure and fingers, his body wracking as he stuffed his cock as far inside Sam’s throat as he could get.