“Oh…” Vaughn’s legs stiffened and he clung to Randy’s cock so hard that Randy flinched. He repeated the sound as Randy worked Vaughn deeper into his throat, elongating the vowel in time to Randy’s swallow. “Oooh…”
Upside down was a position that required what Randy always jokingly referred to as ‘audience participation’, for although the angle allowed for full penetration, it was hard to do much moving. He reached around Vaughn’s ass with both arms, wound his fingers together, and pulled Vaughn’s hips closer. Vaughn hissed his approval, Randy’s cock danced in gratitude, and Randy did it twice more before he pulled off Vaughn altogether.
“You do it,” Randy rasped. His throat would suffer for his creativity later, but there were teas for sore throats; at that moment the only thing that mattered was tasting Vaughn’s come.
“Do what?” Vaughn asked. “I don’t…I’m not sure?”