"Sean—just, oh god, darling yes."
"You smell so f*****g good. I want to keep you forever."
"Sean, please, I'm so close—."
"I know, baby. Hold out a little longer. Come from me. Just from me."
Hand pressed between Ellory's shoulder blades, Sean held him down, rutting into him from behind. His other hand was wrapped around the front of Ellory's throat, holding him arched up, feeling the vibration of every cry and moan.
And then the doorbell rang, and they froze, both turning to the closed bedroom door.
"Maybe we should..."
"Like hell we should," Sean growled, pounding into him again. Ellory, rocking hard, stuttered.
"B-but, maybe i-i-it's my pictures."
"What pictures?"
Sean slammed in, drawing back to the tip of his c**k and sinking in again, bottoming out with every thrust. Ellory
