Chapter 12Trevor
“Trevor, honestly…”
Trevor felt the tang of Knox’s sweat on the waistband of his silly blue boxers, tugging them left and right and feeling his lover’s c**k thicken with every zig and zag of his playful tugging.
“You know you want this, Knox,” Trevor murmured, replacing his teeth with his hands as he gently, but persistently, tugged the boxers lower, then lower still, until his lover’s fat c**k tip finally danced from beneath the underwear’s damp, sticky fabric. “And so do I, so…stop…fighting…it…”
Knox relaxed, finally, his body gently sagging as whatever resolve he had left finally crumbled under the weight of Trevor’s insistent tongue and fervent, probing kisses. Instead, he gently placed a hand on each of Trevor’s shoulders, as if steadying himself for what was to c
