Theo chuckled low, dark. “You’re such a f*****g slut.”
Mason pushed his ass back against him. “Only for you, professor.”
Theo licked a slow line up the side of his neck, his hands roaming Mason’s chest, fingers teasing both n*****s at once, pinching, tugging until Mason groaned and arched against him.
“You’re gonna beg for this cock.”
“Then give me something to beg for.”
Theo didn’t wait.
He shoved Mason toward the bed.
Mason stumbled forward, landing on his hands and knees across Theo’s bed, his sweats halfway down, clinging to one ankle. His back arched instinctively, ass high, c**k swinging beneath him already slick with need.
Theo stood behind him, drinking in the sight—broad back, firm ass, muscles flexing, the look over Mason’s shoulder pure, dripping invitation.
“f**k,” The
