John rocked a little more, the press of their c***s alongside each other enough for him to let go of the chair and dig his fingers into Zachary’s shoulders.
“Yes, that’s it. Feels so good.”
It did—as long as he wasn’t thinking about where they were.
Zach gripped them both in one hand, spread his legs and ran his free hand over John’s arse. One finger slowly pushed inside. John held still for a second, concentrating on keeping his breathing in check. He couldn’t say what he feared would happen. He’d done this hundreds of times. Never with Zachary, though.
Zach changed the grip on their c***s, making the pressure just right, which had John rock back against his finger. A moan escaped him as Zach’s touch sent tingles over his skin.
He needed more.
Rolling his hips, he brought Zachary’s
