Sealing his mouth over the opening provoked the strongest response.
Mark yanked on his hair, driving Weston’s nose into his balls, and held him, his body rigid where it bowed away from the bed. For a second Wes wondered if it was possible for Mark to come just from this, but the quivering in the thighs near his cheeks testified to how tightly Mark clutched at his self-restraint.
“Need you.” The words choked from his throat. “God, Wes, haven’t ever needed anyone like this before.”
Weston needed him too. He slowly pulled away from Mark’s body, unable to straighten before kissing Mark’s inner thigh, his balls, the base of his shaft and the tip of his c**k. Mark had mentioned the lube was in his suitcase, and Wes assumed that meant the condoms were there too. He left Mark on the bed with di
