Taren caressed Ian’s cheek. “You may.” He nudged Ian’s head a bit closer, sighed out a deep breath and bent down, gripping the hem of Ian’s shirt. “But first, this needs to come off. I want to see you.”
Obediently, Ian raised his arms and the shirt was pulled over his head and tossed to the side.
Ian tried to take his time, that was another challenge. However, Ian loved a good challenge. He took Taren’s cock into his mouth, relishing how solid and heavy it felt against his tongue. The salty-sweet tang of Taren’s pre-cum drizzling across his taste-buds and down his throat was nectar. Ian used his hands on the back of Taren’s knees to pull himself closer.