The muscles in Harvey’s arm visibly quivered. His fingertips dug into Zach’s scalp, holding him firmly in place. All Zach could smell was the musky scent of his skin, the hair tickling at his nose as he circled the n****e over and over. He itched to reach down and take both of their c***s in hand, but the same rationale from earlier held true. He wanted this to last. As soon as their pricks came more into play, it would be over all too soon.
“Don’t be stingy,” Harvey panted. “Let me taste you, too.”
As soon as Zach lifted his head, Harvey claimed his mouth. His lips and chin would have definite whisker burn by the time this was all over, but that thought wasn’t enough to make Zach stop. It wasn’t even enough to make him slow down. Their tongues and teeth clashed with hunger, and then Har
