Davin looked back at Jacob, the smile leaving his face. So Jacob wasn’t a fan of being playful.. or polite, obviously. His arms crossed over his chest while he leaned on the wall, eyes focused on Jacob. “It’s about personal preferences.” He said with a shrug, tilting his head just slightly. “I could get on my knees and suck you, some people don’t like getting head.” He uncrossed his arms. “It seemed like you wanted to take the lead.”
“i’m sorry.” Jacob took a moment to collect his thoughts. “Did you just say that you’ve been with men who don’t like head? That’s like saying you don’t enjoy fucking at all.” He had never heard of such an awful thing. Jacob reached down and began to undo the belt around his skinny jeans. “Come on now. We have a long night ahead of us.”












