The second that Vaughn released Randy’s cock to reach for the nightstand, Randy took over the stroke. He heard the click of a lid and had to peer back to watch the process that would come next. Every time…he had to watch that every time: Vaughn’s hand, wet with lube and reaching for his own cock; Vaughn’s thick cock being slicked down with glistening fluid; Vaughn’s thighs tightening as though his body fucking lovedthe sensation.
Randy’s gaze flew up, he craned his neck to see Vaughn’s face, and when they found each other’s eyes, he managed one word: “Beautiful.”