With that, Paul leaned back and started pumping his c**k in and out of Ace's clutching hole.
He savored that motion, that insistent, electric movement gaining speed on every pass. Ace could feel every ridge and vein of the invader he welcomed so desperately. And with every thrust, Paul's perfect c**k brushed Ace's prostate and sent white sparks bursting behind his closed eyes.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh seemed to keep time with the thumping beat of the dance floor. Ace would never again be able to hear that song without getting hard.
The only thing that marred the experience was his view - a dirty dark grey wall instead of those hypnotizing eyes.
What he would give to drink in this man's body with his eyes, his hands, his tongue.
This one frenzied f**k in Sparks wasn't
