17 Chapter 17

When Shawn stopped moving, Dario knew he has fully sheathed. His body burned, but not just from the cock in his ass, from the heat pouring from Shawn’s skin and the strain of his own muscles as he clung to Shawn’s back. Sweat darkened the hair at Shawn’s temples and gleamed along his jaw. Dario got a taste of it when Shawn bent to kiss and suck at his neck.

“Just give me a sec,” Shawn murmured.

“You’re not going to burst, are you?”

“Not yet. It’s just…been a long time.”

“For me, too.” Dario released a shuddering breath. “I can’t believe…this. I can’t believe it.”

“Believe it.” The second he needed had passed, apparently, because he started to rock, sliding out of Dario’s passage without losing the closeness of their upper bodies. Dario’s trapped cock rubbed along Shawn’s ridged stomach, the sweat and pre-come adding to the friction. “Even if I don’t think I’ve ever felt anybody as good as you before.”