He stayed against the wall, but there was a hungry look of desperation in his eyes.
And he knew it well.
Someone desperately needed to get off. If memory served him right, that meant he was about to be someone’s playground.
Sign.
Him.
Up.
When two hungry libidos collided, there was fun for everyone.
Graham watched him washing his erection, and D’Artangnan was still rock hard.
Oh, well, he could help him with that.
Graham went to his knees and stayed in that position as the man he wanted more than he wanted to live let him enjoy the show.
His dick ached, and he was holding in every single drop of D’Artangnan’s cum.
He wasn’t sure he’d get another moment like this, so he was savoring it.
Graham was so turned on.
This man’s body was beautiful. He was mesmerized as his big hands moved across his flesh, and all Graham wanted was them on him.
What wouldn’t he do to have D’artangnan’s hands all over him?
The answer was anything.
“Please,” whispered Graham, and he knew the man would understand. What he wanted was to give him head like he used to years ago.
Michael grinned wickedly, and set his now-clean dick free.
That was all Graham had to see. He crawled on his knees across the shower and took him down his throat.
It was Michael’s turn to moan in pleasure.
It had been a while.
Oh, he’d had sex with Riley, but it was always missing something. It was a good way to help relax before bed, but with Graham, it was about enjoying each other’s bodies, and they always did.
As he began blowing him, he shifted so Graham was under the rainfall shower head. He made him work for that blowjob, knowing that’s what he liked.
The second it became more difficult, the desperation of his mouth grew, and the blowjob got wilder.
Yeah, some things hadn’t changed.
That was for sure.
As he worked his cock over, Michael stared down at his very eager mouth keeping his erection lubricated.
It was good.
Because he planned on using it.
His dick was throbbing, and he needed more. Michael wouldn’t be happy until they were in bed.
