Chapter 23
“Fuck, Chris.” Gabe’s fingers dug deeper into his skin, a flush grew on his chest, and the movements became more erratic. This was where Chris normally would back off. He hated when someone thrust too deep into his mouth, hated when his throat flooded with cum, and whoever it was he was with grabbed hold of him. But even slightly out of control, Gabe was gentle, and it made Chris want him to be a little rougher.
He growled and sucked, slid his tongue over the flared head as a spurt of pre-cum coated his tongue.
Then all of a sudden, he was pulled off the length. Gabe grabbed him under his shoulders and hefted him up on the sofa.
“Hey.” Chris glanced back down on the floor. It was good, wasn’t it? He wanted to keep going.
“Off.” Gabe tugged at his jeans, and Chris pulled them off as quickly as he could. His hard-on bounced on his abdomen, pre-cum leaking. Shit, he should’ve showered before he came here.