With one hard thrust, Matt was in. He felt his lover’s tightness around his c**k and, through the link they shared, also experienced the burning stretch as he penetrated Vic’s ass. His hand returned between Vic’s legs, kneading his balls, stroking the base of his lover’s c**k. His hips rocked into Vic, driving him farther inside, but the position didn’t allow for much movement, and once Matt had worked his way in as far as he could go, he settled for tiny little thrusts that nudged Vic’s prostate with a series of small taps. Each elicited a grunt from Vic, and Matt watched as if from the sidelines—he saw his lover’s d**k thicken and swell, his balls loll like decadent baubles in Matt’s palm, and the first drops of pre-c*m bubble from his c**k. “Yes,” Vic moaned, his voice guttural and deep
