“Shush. Before we continue, I want to say, again, I love you. If I do anything, anything at all that you don’t like, I want you to tell me.”
“The only thing you could do—” Trev kissed him, “—that would upset me, is tell me—” he kissed him again, “—you want me to leave.”
“That will never happen.” Zack gazed at him, smiling tenderly. “Never in a million years. I promise.”
“I’ll settle for the next…seventy years?” Trev replied.
“Thinking in the long-term?” Zack asked, easing up so he could, once again, trail his fingers over the contours of Trev’s chest and slowly down, following the fine line of hair leading the Trev’s engorged cock. He gripped it in one hand, using the other to open the nightstand drawer and get a condom. Sheathing Trev’s cock, he took it into his mouth, alternating between sucking and laving it with his tongue until he was certain Trev would explode.
“Can I? May I?” Trev asked, reaching down to grasp Zack’s hard member.