“Okay, okay, baby, green. I c’n do’t,” he said. He rolled his tongue around in his mouth a few times, dreamily, before wetting his lips. He stretched out on the bed, limbs splayed like a starfish. “Like this?”
“Okay,” Tom agreed. He unzipped his pants, shoving them and his underwear down to free his dick. He’d mostly been ignoring the press of his own cock in favor of pushing Gabe to his limits, but now that he was thinking about it, it was straining urgently, eager for the promise of release.
Tom straddled Gabe’s torso, then slipped his fingers through Gabe’s sweat-matted hair, then curled his hand into a careful fist. “Open up,” he said. “I want it hard and fast today.” That was Gabe’s cue to tap out, if he wasn’t up for it.
Gabe looked attentive and eager and so beautiful that Tom thought he might actually die from it. He was going to look even more perfect with his mouth swollen and used. “Ready, Sir,” he said, voice already hoarse.