“Please don’t,” he whispered, and Michael heard it.
Oh, well, if someone wanted an audience, he was more than fine with that. He didn’t care who saw him fucking his husband.
One man’s kink was another man’s treasure, and Graham was just that.
His.
Treasure.
Moving between his legs, he was on his back, and pulling himself under Graham. He was right by his dick, and he began playing with the man’s balls.
Graham moaned.
He hadn’t forgotten.
Michael remembered all of their moments, and for that, Graham was grateful.
He began punishing him by stroking his erection, and pulling on his balls.
Graham’s whole body bucked.
“Please me,” Michael said. “Show me how my incredibly sexy, wonton man gives me pleasure in bed.”
Oh, he loved being called that because in that moment, he felt wickedly wild.
He felt free.
Using his hips, he worked his dick in and out of Michael’s mouth. He kept the glides in and out long and smooth.
And beneath him, Michael devoured him.
The whole time, Graham wanted to cum again. He was desperate as his balls were being worked over.
Only, he couldn’t.
Someone had locked his fingers around his balls, preventing him from being able to get off.
So as he humped his face, trying to get release, nothing happened.
Graham loved the torture. He loved being denied that release.
What he wanted was to be this man’s forever, and he’d knew he’d gotten damn lucky.
That wish came true.
“Can’t cum,” he whispered, frustrated.
Oh, Michael was well aware.
He was just enjoying the man’s dick in his mouth. He was scraping his teeth on the sensitive flesh, and working over the man’s tip.
He was begging non-stop, and that was music to his ears. He wanted to make him beg even more.
“Please,” Graham whispered, as the cock and ball torture was making him wild. He’d do anything this man asked him to do.
ANYTHING.
He was his.
