Rip the Couch [M]

"Mmh!" A soft moan escaped Damien's throat, as his whole length ended up in Lane's mouth, caressed by his tongue. He tried to suppress it, stifle the sound by biting his lip, but it was no use. Taken by surprise, he could only arch his back, and grasp tightly onto the couch's upholstery… 

The couch let out a suspicious creaking, as the material was stretched beyond its capacity.

The sound naturally didn't escape Lane's attention. He had been observing Damien from underneath his half-closed eyelids, observing the man's reactions, and now his gaze moved towards Damien's large, strong hands.

His eyes flashed with a spark, as a fun idea suddenly came to his mind.

He slowly withdrew his mouth, squeezing Damien's cock with his lips and massaging it with his tongue along the way. He licked off the milky droplets of precum glistening on the top. 

"Mm. Sweet. Team Leader, you taste so good," he couldn't stop himself from commenting.