Max gasped as Connor tugged on his underwear, pulling it down sohis cock sprang free.
He forced himself to look, anxious about what Connor would think.He’d probably seen more dicks than Max had, and he definitely cared more aboutthem.
Although… seeing the way Connor’s pants were tented right now wasdefinitely doingsomethingfor him. A wave of heat washed over Max atthe thought that he was doing that.
That Connor was hard forhim.
He was hard for Connor, too. The thought was enough to make hishead spin.
“Pretty,” Connor murmured, leaning forward to rest his foreheadagainst Max’s, looking down at him.
Max hissed as Connor wrapped his fingers around the length of hiscock, squirming deeper into the couch cushions. The touch was enough to make abead of precome well up at the tip, almost too good to process.
“Too much?” Connor asked, pausing.
Max shook his head. It wasn’t quite too much, but it was alot.“Don’t stop,” he begged. “Please.”
He didn’t care if he sounded ridiculous. All he wanted was forConnor to keep touching him.
His head was pounding, and his lungs were burning for air, but hewouldn’t have stopped for anything right now. This was hot, but it was alsoimportant.It meant something to Max.
He didn’t knowwhatit meant yet, but he wanted to findout. There was no point in pretending otherwise.
“I’m not stopping,” Connor said, pausing to shove his own pantsand underwear down.
Max looked away automatically, staring up into Connor’s wide, darkeyes.
He might not have had a lot of experience, but he knew whatarousal looked like.
No one had ever looked at him like that. No one had wanted himlike Connor so clearly did.
“You’re allowed to look,” Connor murmured. “I’ve seen yours.”
Max glanced down, watching Connor wrap his hand around both oftheir cocks. Max’s ears burned, the rush of blood drowning out the sound of hisbreathing.
Connor’s cock was hot and hard against his, the way between themslicked with precome. From both of them. Both of them, together, their fluidsmixing as Connor ran his hand up and down, holding them together, rocking hiships for more friction.
Max’s stomach bottomed out at the feeling, arousal making hiswhole body feel tight.
“Like that?” Connor murmured in his ear, rocking his hips againstMax’s, their cocks sliding against each other again, held together by Connor’sgrip.
This was sogood. Connor’s cock felt incredible againsthim, velvet-soft skin, heat like nothing he’d ever felt, hard and eager becauseof Max. He couldn’t have imagined how good this would feel.
Max nodded, reaching out to put a hand on Connor’s thigh with asurge of confidence. Connor laughed, the kind of soft, delighted laughter Maxhad always expected to hear during sex, had alwayswantedto hear.
Max’s heart swelled at the thought that this was exactly how he’dwanted it to be. Better than he could have imagined, but more than living up tothe few fantasies he’d had.
It really didn’t matter that Connor was a guy. His touch feltgood, and he clearly liked Max, and he knew exactly how to touch him.
Connor was amazing, and Max was so glad he’d met him.
“You’re so hot,” Connor purred into his ear. “And so sweet.”
Max swallowed, shocked by how good that felt to hear. His stomachclenched tight, a wave of arousal washing over him at the knowledge that Connorwas getting off on this.
He was so close to coming, and all it took was gentle praisewhispered in his ear.
Well, and a hand around his cock.
