Putting one foot in the stirrup, Nick swung onto Obi’s back, pressed close to Todd, and wound both arms around his middle, hugging tightly. “Naaaah…like this much better.” He nuzzled the side of Todd’s neck and whispered, “Thank you.”
Todd snorted, shook his head, and put his foot back into the stirrup. “Spoiled.”
Nick grinned and let his hand wander south, digging his fingers in between Todd’s leg and the saddle, rubbing his thumb over Todd’s c**k. Todd grabbed Nick’s hand and put it back up by his belt buckle. “My hands are cold,” Nick whined.
“I buy you gloves. You must have ten pairs and you never wear any of them. See, spoiled.”
“But I like this way better.” Nick slithered his hand down again as Todd set the horse in motion.
Again, Todd firmly put Nick’s hand back to his belt.
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