Coming back into the kitchen, Matt wrapped the sash around Vic’s waist, this time holding onto both ends as he pulled his lover closer. With the sash securely held in one hand, Matt let the fingers of his other hand dip into the front of Vic’s robe. They tickled over Vic’s belly and down, over his pubic mound, down, until they grasped the thickly veined length jutting from Vic’s crotch. “Does my begging turn you on?” Matt murmured, kissing the hollow of Vic’s throat as he massaged Vic’s dick.
He felt his lover’s moan on his lips; the sound excited him. His next kiss landed on the underside of Vic’s jaw, then on Vic’s chin, until their lips finally met. This time Vic’s moan was lost in Matt, who pressed against his lover in his eagerness. “Follow me,” Matt whispered.
Vic could offer no argument. “Lead the way.”
Keeping a tight hold on Vic’s erect cock, Matt obeyed.
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