The fingers between his legs probed the warm crack of his ass, and in spite of his earlier response, Daniel couldn’t resist spreading his legs even farther. Charles took the unspoken invitation and pressed further, grazing over his clenching hole with feather strokes that made him ache. With one last slide up his c**k, Charles licked around the head a final time before letting it fall heavily back against Daniel’s stomach.
“One might think you’re eager for more than my fingers,” Charles taunted.
Unsure of what to say, he could only nod. He had been thinking about—obsessing over—what it would be like to let Charles f**k him, trying to imagine how it would feel. He’d even experimented once, f*****g himself with his own fingers, but he knew two, even three, fingers couldn’t compare to Charl
