He didn’t say stop, though. And his c**k was so pretty, even redder now, and leaking desperately all over himself. Sam dragged the comb across him. Higher. Making little marks, like decorations. Leo’s sounds collapsed into tiny sobs and whimpers, but his hips moved: lifting into the sensation.
Sam paused to pet him, to fondle his c**k: more sensations, gentler but magnified a thousandfold. Leo cried out, moving in place, hips arching. “Sam…oh, f**k, please…”
“More, or you want me to stop?”
“I…I don’t know…it’s so much, it’s so…but it’s good, it’s like I’m coming apart but it’s good…” Leo’s eyes were dazed. “That’s just a comb?”
“Just a comb. And you.” He touched the teeth back to Leo’s shaft. Let them bite, and scrape. Red-hot, those marks. And Leo wailed and shuddered head to toes, ab
