together, rubbing as Brody made a low growling noise. Zack controlled the slow grind with his hands, turning them again, the hot pleasure curling in his stomach and deep into his balls.
The pressure was bliss but not enough for either of them to get off. He was nothing if not resourceful. He left Brody’s mouth to suck down his jaw, the late-day shadow rough on his tongue. He paused long enough to suck hard at the cord of muscle in Brody’s shoulder, and then Brody was tugging at his shirt too.
He looked at Brody, mouth swollen and eyes dark.
“I’m pissed at your shirt too.”
Zack grinned but kept working his way down. “I’m busy,” he said before sucking at the definition of Brody’s pec, flicking his tongue over a dark nipple, the taut stomach, taking particular care to lick near the dent of his hips.
Brody groaned and faltered on his feet. A quick intake of breath when Zack brushed his cheek past Brody’s erection. Bobbing, pink and hard—like he could miss it? Of course Brody would have a gorgeous cock. It shouldn’t surprise him. He even smelled amazing. Clean sweat, cologne, and man. His cock twitched against Zack’s cheek, and an honest-to-God moan came out of the man.
Zack looked up to find Brody entranced. Staring down, eyes blazing, jaw tense and set to crack.
“Zack,” he said. “You start teasing me now, and I’ll kick your ass.”
He wasn’t that cruel. Never mind he wanted his mouth on that cock like fifteen minutes ago.
He gave the head a few little licks before leaning in and sliding it between his lips. Brody instantly wound up like a spring, and Zack squeezed his ass, drawing him into his mouth, slowly and fully.
He felt Brody’s weight shift as he grabbed the counter.
“Fuck.” Brody groaned.
Exactly.
Zack slid him in and out, just enough suction to get him going but not enough to finish him off. He wasn’t interested in a race. He settled his knees on the pile of Brody’s clothing, caressing Brody’s thighs and back up to cup his ass. A quick sucking pop on the head, and he was rewarded with a jerk of Brody’s hips. Zack licked his way down the shaft and flicked his tongue over Brody’s balls.
A touch against the back of his head, Brody’s fingers in his hair. Zack glanced up, and Brody’s gaze was still as hot, just as focused.
“Zack,” he tried, his voice raspy and full of need.
Zack kept his eyes locked on Brody’s and took him back into his mouth, sucking hard, deep enough to touch the back of his throat before working him in and out, hot and fast.
Brody groaned again, face stained a luscious pink. “Fuck…Zack. Yeah.”
He would’ve grinned with pride if he weren’t busy with more important things. He already knew eye contact did things to Brody, and he went with it. Relished it too. He wanted to make Brody come. Not just come hard, but the kind of neck-arching, back-locking, hard climax that made you feel like your spine might crack. This orgasm would be carved into Brody’s mind. The kind he’d think about weeks, even years later.
Brody watched him, eyes glassy. He licked and bit at his bottom lip, still stroking Zack’s hair with a shaky hand, probably trying not to dig his fingers in and hold Zack in place so he could fuck his mouth.
Not that Zack would mind, but they could do that some other time. When it came to that, he’d let Brody control the rhythm, everything. Right now, Zack wanted things his way, and his way meant Brody bellowing out his climax.
He paused long enough to lick at his fingers before taking Brody back in. Using his wet fingers to slide behind Brody’s sack and press, making light circles, he added pressure. Pressure and what he knew was undeniable pleasure. With his longest finger, he brushed back, barely touching the opening. Just a taunt of what could be.
Brody groaned, and finally, his hips did move. He thrust, and Zack only had to suck a few seconds more, massaging Brody harder, with all he had, teasing him
The pressure was bliss but not enough for either of them to get off. He was nothing if not resourceful. He left Brody’s mouth to suck down his jaw, the late-day shadow rough on his tongue. He paused long enough to suck hard at the cord of muscle in Brody’s shoulder, and then Brody was tugging at his shirt too.
He looked at Brody, mouth swollen and eyes dark.
“I’m pissed at your shirt too.”
Zack grinned but kept working his way down. “I’m busy,” he said before sucking at the definition of Brody’s pec, flicking his tongue over a dark nipple, the taut stomach, taking particular care to lick near the dent of his hips.
Brody groaned and faltered on his feet. A quick intake of breath when Zack brushed his cheek past Brody’s erection. Bobbing, pink and hard—like he could miss it? Of course Brody would have a gorgeous cock. It shouldn’t surprise him. He even smelled amazing. Clean sweat, cologne, and man. His cock twitched against Zack’s cheek, and an honest-to-God moan came out of the man.
Zack looked up to find Brody entranced. Staring down, eyes blazing, jaw tense and set to crack.
“Zack,” he said. “You start teasing me now, and I’ll kick your ass.”
He wasn’t that cruel. Never mind he wanted his mouth on that cock like fifteen minutes ago.
He gave the head a few little licks before leaning in and sliding it between his lips. Brody instantly wound up like a spring, and Zack squeezed his ass, drawing him into his mouth, slowly and fully.
He felt Brody’s weight shift as he grabbed the counter.
“Fuck.” Brody groaned.
Exactly.
Zack slid him in and out, just enough suction to get him going but not enough to finish him off. He wasn’t interested in a race. He settled his knees on the pile of Brody’s clothing, caressing Brody’s thighs and back up to cup his ass. A quick sucking pop on the head, and he was rewarded with a jerk of Brody’s hips. Zack licked his way down the shaft and flicked his tongue over Brody’s balls.
A touch against the back of his head, Brody’s fingers in his hair. Zack glanced up, and Brody’s gaze was still as hot, just as focused.
“Zack,” he tried, his voice raspy and full of need.
Zack kept his eyes locked on Brody’s and took him back into his mouth, sucking hard, deep enough to touch the back of his throat before working him in and out, hot and fast.
Brody groaned again, face stained a luscious pink. “Fuck…Zack. Yeah.”
He would’ve grinned with pride if he weren’t busy with more important things. He already knew eye contact did things to Brody, and he went with it. Relished it too. He wanted to make Brody come. Not just come hard, but the kind of neck-arching, back-locking, hard climax that made you feel like your spine might crack. This orgasm would be carved into Brody’s mind. The kind he’d think about weeks, even years later.
Brody watched him, eyes glassy. He licked and bit at his bottom lip, still stroking Zack’s hair with a shaky hand, probably trying not to dig his fingers in and hold Zack in place so he could fuck his mouth.
Not that Zack would mind, but they could do that some other time. When it came to that, he’d let Brody control the rhythm, everything. Right now, Zack wanted things his way, and his way meant Brody bellowing out his climax.
He paused long enough to lick at his fingers before taking Brody back in. Using his wet fingers to slide behind Brody’s sack and press, making light circles, he added pressure. Pressure and what he knew was undeniable pleasure. With his longest finger, he brushed back, barely touching the opening. Just a taunt of what could be.
Brody groaned, and finally, his hips did move. He thrust, and Zack only had to suck a few seconds more, massaging Brody harder, with all he had, teasing him
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