“Let me suck you off,” Reza is coaxing, mouth obscene and bright red from delirious kisses down the hallway, “please. Wanna taste you, yeah?”
Vince feels his c**k throb at the intensity of Reza’s tone, the desperation under the demand. He grabs himself by the base and props himself up so that the head of his d**k barely brushes Reza’s lips where he’s leaning down.
“Never going to say no to that,” Vince informs him, free hand lacing in Reza’s thick hair.
There’s a long, drawn-out moment where Reza blinks, slow and heavy. He licks his lips, tongue bumping into Vince’s c**k for a millisecond, making the muscle of his thigh twitch. Then he looks up through his thickets of eyelashes and smirks. His honey eyes crackle with their victory. “I know.”
And Vince’s stomach drops.
“You f*****g—”
