He handed the bottle to Apolo, who almost dropped it as Harlan pushed a finger inside him.
Apolo waited for the second finger, then ordered, “On top of me.”
“Now you’re in a rush,” Harlan remarked as he obeyed, settling most of his weight on Apolo.
“I’m not getting paid by the hour here,” Apolo griped. “Not that I expect you to last an hour.”
“I’ll outlast you, boy.”
“You have to start before either of us can finish.”
Harlan thrust into him, making Apolo gasp and shudder.
Apolo resumed his grip on Harlan’s butt cheek, sliding a wet finger over his taint and hole. He watched Harlan’s face for objections as he pressed a fingertip inside him. When he was a knuckle deep, Apolo asked, “More?”
“I always want more. Lift your hips.”
“What? Oh, fuck.” Apolo’s back arched as Harlan drove de
