David smirked and came up to him the best he could. "Not quiet," he said, reaching out to stroke him.

"What are you..." Hawthorne moaned as he felt David's hand against his item.

David smirked and stepped closer, only to be stopped by the chain. "Pity," he purred, teasing Hawthorne's tip. "I'd love a taste."

Hawthorne nodded, and undid the chains around David's neck.

David stepped forward and pressed against him, teasingly putting his lips a mere inch away from Hawthorne's. With a smirk he knelt down and stroked him a few times before licking his tip slowly.

"You little minx..." Hawthorne moaned.

David smirked and wrapped his tongue around his tip.

Hawthorne moaned, and sat down on the bed.

David smiled and licked him from base to tip. He slowly took it into his mouth.

"You're... Surprisingly able for this..." Hawthorne moaned.