Chapter 125
“Yes.” Jason kissed his shoulder. “Always, baby. Always.”
He’d let the endearment slip out again. Colby didn’t notice. That was okay.
They were okay.
He coaxed Colby up to hands and knees, mostly because he was honestly unsure whether Colby would end up coming without permission, from the friction of his cock rubbing against the bed. Jason wouldn’t mind—kind of an awesome compliment, getting Colby to lose control that completely—but Colby would try to apologize after if that happened.
He ran a hand over Colby’s back, loving the shape of him. “I don’t see anything…nothing that looks hurt, or bruised…how’re you feeling? Any strain?”
Colby’s head drooped, body leaning against Jason now for support; Colby’s cock swung heavily, jutting out into only thin air, no relief at all. His desire was more than drops now, a long drawn-out ribbon; it unspooled all the way to the bed, silver in the bedside lamplight.