Some quiet whispers and more fervent fondling later—lube and condoms in the bedside drawer, quickly darling—Sean was slicking himself, adding a generous glob of it between Ellory's legs. The first finger slid in after some resistance, the muscle giving after gentle pressure and a handful of deep kisses, mouths pursing together, lips tightening like bows, their moans seeping into warm skin. Taking the base of Ellory's c**k, Sean looked up at him and smiled, bending low to kiss the weeping tip. When he took him into his mouth, Ellory groaned and arched from the bed, hands scrabbling in the sheets. The taste was salty, burned bitter, like almonds, and Sean was reminded of his own taste after jacking off in bed most nights, licking his fingers to taste himself there. Wanting more, he widened h
