Darius POV
It wouldn't take long, he'd be out of my mind. I rubbed my d**k before tugging it fully into my pants.
I could feel his hands on it, his d**k still throbbing inside my butthole.
"Darius" he softly called, but I didn't look at him. I was angrily putting on my coat now to leave my room.
However, he suddenly placed his arms around my waist, his breath slow as he rested his head on my back.
He was calm, not as harsh as he'd be. I could feel his slow heartbeat, his d**k cushion on my pants.
There is a kind of connection that I can't explain. It wasn't there before, but it felt as though a part of me would be lost soon.
I brushed off the sensation. I'd get more fascinating d***s than his, but I couldn't tell if they'd satisfy me as he does.
"I can't take my mind off you even i
