Matthew’s feet were off the ground before he realized what Gavin was doing. “Hey! What…?” He was dropped onto the couch, then turned to face the cushions.
“Tasting you.”
Matthew felt his knees get tucked underneath him, his bottom half lifted, and realized Gavin’s intention one second before he felt the cool wetness of Gavin’s tongue on his anus. He shivered, gripped the soft surface underneath him, and buried his face into the cushions. Gavin’s body temperature felt so intense—so completely opposite to what one expected. It made every known sensation new again. He rocked back into the light circles that Gavin licked on his skin, his mind played unknown hymns about the dexterity of Gavin’s mouth, and the goosebumps continued to rise as chilly, slippery fluid was tongued over him. In him.
