“That’s ‘please, sir,’ Alex. Don’t make me tell you again.”
“Sir. Please. I’d like that.”
“Good.” Mahiro leans over and pumps lube into his hand from the bottle on the table next to the lounge and slides it, slick, down his shaft. “Oh, that feels amazing,” he sighs. “Watching you under my hands, feeling your body respond to me. You were starting to open up to me. Did you even realize that?”
Alex flushes and shakes his head, enraptured with the way Mahiro’s eyelashes flutter against his cheeks, how he bites his bottom lip every so often as he strokes with long, luxurious pulls that end with a twist over the head.
“You were. I’d touch your hole and it would twitch and flex, soften as I rubbed it. Your c**k was growing harder in my hand as I touched you.” Mahiro closes his eyes and shuffl
