Bryce’s c**k gradually began to harden under Charlie’s attention. He continued to massage Bryce while he f****d him with his mouth, and he couldn’t help but smile to himself as Bryce’s body grew harder and tighter, every muscle tensing. Charlie vibrated with their shared desire, aching to be pinned to the bed, but not enough to take his mouth from Bryce’s hot flesh.
The sheets beneath his hips were damp from his pre-come, softening the friction of grinding against them. He slid a few inches to the left, in search of a dry patch, and snorted in amusement when Bryce followed with him.
“I almost think you like this more than I do.” He looked down at Bryce’s hole, glistening and slightly open. “Do you get f****d, too, or do you always top?”
“Versatile. I like it both ways.”
Charlie groaned
