He wasn’t sure exactly how it happened, but the slow, careful rhythm evolved into something much faster, much sharper. He snapped his hips, driving his cock into Nick’s throat, watching as it bulged with Drew’s width. Nick’s moans were muffled, but unmistakable. Drew could feel each one of them, vibrating through his flesh. Every second brought him closer to the edge, but he fought it, resisting it as much as physically possible. But he couldn’t quite stop fucking Nick’s mouth. Even if he knew he didn’t want to come.
“Are you close?” Drew asked thickly. “Are you going to come?”
“I…”
Drew yanked his cock from Nick’s mouth, suppressing his sigh of disappointment at the loss of the heat. He dragged the head across the other man’s lips, teasing him. “I don’t want you to come yet.” Drew bent at the waist and pressed their mouths together, chasing the taste of his own pre-come on Nick’s tongue. “I want you to fuck me first.”