John reared off Carter’s cock, his eyes bloodshot and his face a mess of spit and sweat, but he didn’t pause his efforts. He closed his lips around Carter’s tip, sucking on the sensitive cockhead and drinking down Carter’s load like it was manna from heaven.
By the time Carter was done shooting he was exhausted, his spent cock going soft between his legs as he leaned against the bars of the cell and panted heavily.
John rolled the office chair back to the bars, pushing it next to Carter’s stretched out form, and quickly climbed up and freed Carter’s wrists.
“Fuck that felt good,” Carter said, lowering his wrists and rubbing them as he straightened up and stepped away from the bars. “You want me to return the favor?”
John blushed, shaking his head. “I, uh… I already came while I was blowing you.”
Carter grinned, loving the way John blushed at his little confession. The embarrassment was so at odds with the way John had worshiped Carter’s body, the body worship some of the most eager and sincere Carter had ever experienced.
It was clear John hadn’t just been doing it because Carter liked it. He’d been just as turned on as Carter.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Carter said. He pulled up his pants and tucked away his cock, sucking in his gut as he buttoned up the tight leather. “And just for the record, that was one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever had. You’re amazing.”
John blushed again, ducking his head and smiling happily.
“And I’m sorry about the spanking thing. I should have asked you first if you were into it, and I shouldn’t have done it so hard. I really fucked up.”
“Thanks for the apology,” John said, not looking to put out. “I forgive you.”
Carter tilted his head at the strange wording. Most people would have said something likeit’s okay.
“Anyway, I’d say that on the whole tonight was pretty great,” John said, picking up his shirt off the floor and putting it on. Carter watched him as he buttoned it up, wondering if John really thought that they were finished.
This had only been round one.
“The night isn’t over yet,” Carter said, a wolfish smile stealing over his face. “We’re just getting started.”
John froze, looking at Carter with clear interest. He licked his lips and swallowed heavily.
“Yeah?” John’s voice cracked.
“If you want.”
Carter wasn’t going to be too pushy. He’d already fucked up once tonight, and he had no intention of doing so again. Just like he had no intention of being the one tied up in round two.
“I… Yeah, I want.”
Carter grinned and advanced. It was time for round two.
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