"I am," Blane says. "Ah, f**k… feels good."
As a result, Knight continues, giving Blane what he needs despite the fact that Blane's own hands stutter to a stop as the pleasure overtakes his focus. He trembles, his head hanging, and his fingers twisting and clawing into Knight's shirt, emitting little, breathy whines.
Oh, dear. Knight wants to eat, f**k, and wreck him till he is gasping, weeping, and mindless, and then nursing him back to health. However, as alluring as that may seem, it's also great exactly the way it is with Blane sitting on his lap and them stroking each other through their clothes in a way that seems so innocent in comparison to what they were up to previously.
Before it's his turn, he helps Blane come first. Their hands entwine around his c**k, and it only takes
