"Cum for me, Nicasi. I want to taste you." Lysander stopped to murmur the words before sucking Nicasi back in again, taking him so deep Nicasi felt like he was drowning in the sensation of Lysander's mouth all around him…just the way he liked it.
The tip of his cock bumped the back of Lysander's throat with every descent of his head. Lysander's tongue, so soft and wet and inviting, caressed Nicasi on every retreat. All the while, Lysander's hair grazed over his thighs in time with his movements, the whisper of satin on his skin driving Nicasi insane.
"You feel so good…don't stop..." Nicasi's legs tensed as the pressure built inside him. He clutched Lysander's hands and arched his hips, trying to get even even closer to what he needed.
Lysander watched his face as he gagged on Nicasi's cock, the sultry flutter of his lashes contrasting with the possessive gleam of silver behind them.
