Dryath took in the naked man lying beneath him. Genthry was beautiful by any objective standard, but he was so much more than that. His white hair spread out around him like a halo, framing a face that had stared back from a thousand wanted images. He showed no shame over his exposed body, not in the visible scars or the thick, heavy c**k standing proud against his lower belly. Genthry was everything right now.
Dryath straddled his thighs, breathing in sharply at the sudden contact between their c***s. He’d been prepared for it, he’d initiated it, and he still saw stars as soon as their skin brushed together. And hell if he didn’t need more. He rocked his hips, just a little, and grinned at the look of naked pleasure on Genthry’s face.
Genthry put his hands on the globes of Dryath’s ass,
