He made himself gasp.
“You do like that,” Jason whispered. “You like feeling it. Do that again. Harder.”
He did. And it felt good.
It felt more than good, honestly. It felt incredible. The radiance blossomed across his chest, at his n****e, and bloomed throughout his body. Jason’s command sank into him and became an anchor, one written in gold and etched along his bones.
His c**k was wet-tipped, he realized: so erect and ready that it pushed up against his stomach, leaving gleaming evidence of desperate need. That need pooled and gathered between his legs, in his balls, in the ache to be taken and wanted and filled.
“God.” Jason’s voice was ragged. “Colby…”
“Yes?”
“Colby. If you could see this, the way you look, if you’d believe me when I said you’re the most gorgeous f*****g thing
