“We can absolutely do that,” Tom said. He carefully rearranged himself, trailing light fingers over Gabe’s cock by “accident” as he moved, until he was straddling Gabe’s lap. It lined up their cocks together and Tom rocked his hips to press into Gabe’s body. “Yeah, that feels nice,” he sighed. “Come on and touch me, sweetheart. Want to feel you on me.”
“Perfect,” Gabe murmured. It put Tom right where Gabe wanted him. He barely had to tip his mouth to capture that sensitive little nub of skin, flicking his tongue over it. Circling the areola as it pebbled up under his mouth. He licked, nibbled, teased at Tom’s chest. Moved to one side and sucked a hickey right next to it, brilliant red.
He couldn’t help bouncing a little, thrusting up at Tom’s dick, feeling them rub together. Too light, almost, but God, Tom was so warm, and his skin was so soft. It felt amazing, sliding against him, and he did it again, and again, rutting up, moaning as he did so.