Dom liked looking up and seeing the sweat beading over Kiko’s skin as he writhed and resisted. When Dom pulled back and took hold of Kiko’s c**k he heard Kiko’s breath catch. He pulled it away from Kiko’s abdomen, a string of pre-come stretching between Kiko’s skin and head, and then popped Kiko’s c**k in his mouth.
“f**k,” hissed Kiko, yanking so hard on the sheets they popped off the corner of the bed. Dom watched him grind his teeth and released him. He didn’t want Kiko to go off yet. Not yet.
His pulse leapt as he went digging through the nightstand for the lube. Dom had no idea that this would truly turn him on so much; from the day he’d started being active, he could only see himself on the receiving end of anything. He liked it, too, the sensation of being full, the feel of someon
