He cried out when Gideon suddenly grasped his c**k, yanking upward so that it pulled on the ring. Gideon’s thumb swiped across the wet head once, twice, before releasing him, and Jesse watched, enthralled, as Gideon licked the fluid away.
“I love you,” Gideon said softly. “But sometimes, I don’t know what the f**k to do with you.”
Jesse desperately wanted to lean forward and kiss him. He wanted to rest his head on Gideon’s shoulder. Jesse just wanted to touch him.
“Anything you want.”
Gideon reached out and touched the puncture marks on Jesse’s neck. He didn’t stroke them. Instead, he placed a fingertip over each hole, and, not looking away, pressed as hard as he could.
Jesse squeezed his eyes shut as Gideon applied pressure to the bruised skin, and his c**k jerked. He wasn’t sure whi
