Goosebumps formed along Cresil’s skin as Aoki’s mouth came in contact with his sensitive skin, the pleasure he felt was overbearing, he loved the way he so easily fit his cock inside of Aoki, how the man took it so damn nicely.
Giving into the sensation, Cresil moved ruthlessly, his breathing coming out fast, and if it weren’t for the slight water trickling along his skin, he’d have built up a light glimmer of sweat along his chiseled body.
“I wont drop you.” Cresil said instantly to Aoki, looking into those golden eyes as he kept his hips thrusting. The sound of their skin and his balls slapping against Aoki was enough to make him groan.
Pressing his partner against the wall a bit harder so he‘d have a better grasp, Cresil took in the amazing sight of Aoki working on himself while he was fucking him. His cock reacted with a bit more cum, making it start to drip down them both and into the drain.
“I’m…shit I’m so fucking close Aoki, you’re just too goddamn tight for my cock.“ Cresil whispered with a short sharp intake of breath, as he barely could hold back.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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