As if Vaughn felt the sensation at the same time, Vaughn growled, leaned forward, and rested his forehead on Randy’s stomach. He lay there and panted hot butterflies of breath on Randy’s abdomen, while his fingertips continued to twist, swipe, and tease the head of Randy’s c**k. A little voice flared in Randy’s head: Not just touching. Not just tasting. He’s breathing me in.
It was a thought that made the mad desperation in his body that much stronger. “Vaughn…”
Vaughn turned his head, but not in the direction of Randy’s voice. Instead, with his cheek on Randy’s stomach and his breath racing down Randy’s groin, Vaughn seemed to be watching the game his hand was playing with Randy’s d**k. He flicked his thumb and granted freedom to the tip of Randy’s c**k. He pushed his hand down, underne
