He didn’t try to penetrate. Mason wasn’t sure what he expected, but it wasn’t the almost dainty circles he made around his hole, each one somehow finding new flesh to make quiver. His strong hands spread Mason wide, his thumbs grazing near the opening. He didn’t press for more, though. Not yet. If it had been Miguel in the same position, Mason knew he would have attacked with tongue and teeth and fingers and anything else he could get near Mason’s ass. Anton was content to take it as slow as he had promised. That only made it all that much better.
Every once in a while, Anton nudged his nose against Mason’s balls, jostling them just enough to make his c**k jump. “Do you ever do this when you sixty-nine?” he asked between soft, wet caresses. “I always loved it like that. Maybe later, we ca
