“f**k!” Mikhail’s wings flapped wildly, his thighs shaking. Then he roared, searing heat rocketing down Andrew’s throat.
Andrew thanked God he’d learned to do this a long time ago, because the rush of Mikhail’s orgasm surprised him. He pulled off slowly and licked the barely-soft flesh clean, then sat back on his heels, pants still around his ankles. Staring up at Mikhail, Andrew stroked his own c**k lightly, fighting the urge to come. Mikhail grinned and tugged him to his feet.
“On the bed.”
After stepping out of his jeans, Andrew went to the huge bed and crawled across it. Just before he rolled, though, Mikhail grabbed his hips, keeping him on his hands and knees. Then those strong hands moved over his ass, spreading his cheeks wide apart. Andrew damn near whimpered, head and shoulder
