When he reached Alfie’s hard cock, he bypassed it, much to his mate’s frustration.
Alfie whined, “Please.”
Malachi simply chuckled. “Patience, love.”
He lowered himself to wash Alfie’s legs, and Alfie placed a hand on his mate’s shoulder for support.
“Please, Chi, please,” Alfie begged, the memory of Malachi’s mouth on his cock from the night before vivid in his mind.
“Turn,” Malachi instructed.
Alfie didn’t even ask. He just did as he was told.
Malachi reached around and found Alfie’s cock, and a needy moan escaped Alfie, who gasped in a small breath when the hand wrapped around the base of his cock.
“Holy fuck,” Alfie cursed.
Malachi’s big hand was wrapped around Alfie’s cock and languidly stroking it. This felt so bloody right.
Alfie flexed his hips into Chi’s gradually tightening grip that slid faster up and down his cock.
When a second hand went to his nipple and pinched, all thoughts fled. All he could think about was cumming. Malachi played with his nipples, switching from right to left as he continued to stroke Alfie’s cock.
Alfie dropped his head back onto Chi and his eyes drifted shut.
“More. Please.More.”
Alfie thrust his cock through Chi’s wet fist and chanted the word please as he felt his orgasm crawling up his spine. Less than a dozen strokes later, his body stiffened. “I’m coming,” Alfie cried out.
Malachi whispered, “I’ve got you love. I’ve got you,” as he stroked every drop of cum from his mate’s body.
Alfie took a moment to recover from his orgasm, before stepping out of Malachi’s arms and turning so he could face him.
“My turn,” Alfie smiled up at Malachi as he reached out and fisted his mate’s hard leaking cock. His smaller hand barely closed around his mate’s thick shaft.
“You don’t have to, love,” Malachi managed to get out through a groan.
Alfie winked at him. “But I want to. No fair, you getting to taste and I don’t.”
Malachi let out a ragged breath as Alfie took the tip of his mate’s cock in his mouth. Malachi’s shaft was long and thick, and precum was pooling at the head. Alfie couldn’t wait any longer. He dropped to his knees in the shower and his tongue darted out and lapped at the tip of Malachi’s dick.
Malachi groaned, “Fuck baby.”
Alfie smiled before wrapping his lips around Chi’s cock. Fuck, he loved having Malachi’s thick cock at the back of his throat, struggling for breath, while watching his man lose control from just his mouth.
Alfie used his free hand to fondle Malachi’s balls, which were heavy and tight as he rolled them in his hand.
Malachi cursed as he bobbed his head up and down along his shaft. He swirled his tongue around the tip of Chi’s dick, making sure to push him far enough into his mouth that he continued to hit the back of his throat.
Alfie released a breath through his nose and relaxed his throat. Malachi’s hand went to the top of his head—not controlling, just balanced there.
Alfie groaned around Chi’s cock since he liked how that felt when it was done to him. He felt his mate's balls contract and his cock swell in his mouth.
“Fuck, baby. So good…” Malachi’s voice trailed off as he leaned back so his torso was resting against the wall of the shower.
Alfie rolled Malachi’s balls in his hand as he pulled back and concentrated on the head of his mate’s cock. He pushed into the slit with his tongue and let his teeth graze the sensitive head.
“Baby fuck, you’re killing me.”
