Denny kept going, working at the knots at the base of Sully’s spine, kissing the curves of ass and thighs, touching everywhere he could. He’d already forgotten to be nervy; he was lost in just getting to touch. His thumbs slid along the crease where Sully’s ass met his thighs, and into the shadowed warmth behind Sully’s balls. He knew he was getting hard, but all he wanted was to turn Sully on.
Touching that hidden place wrung a moan out of Sully. He arched up a little like he wanted more, and his dick was hard under him.
Denny bit back a moan of his own and slid his thumbs up, opening Sully up for him. He was half-scared to do it, not knowing how he’d feel about it, but looking at Sully all open for him just brought a rush of hot lust that nearly staggered him.
“So pretty, Sully,” he murmured. He kept moving, his slick hands trembling as he stroked the crinkled, soft skin around Sully’s hole.
Sully sucked in a breath and dragged his arms up by his head, but then he laid still and let Denny touch him. Denny hardly remembered how to breathe for wanting him. Nothing was as beautiful as Sully. All of Sully.
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