s e t h
Seth wasn’t unaware of the others presence, yet he still jerked slightly, at the feel of Wes’ hands along his body. The gasp, despite how s o f t it might have been, causes his singing to waiver briefly as he looks over his shoulder. His lovers touch, instantly earning a response, from his EAGER body.
❝ Mm – an’ touchin’ meself … which yer beating me to. ❞
❝ Don’t let me stop you, dove. ❞
his hand traces soft skin, a slow pump before seth was r e l e a s e d from wes’ grip. hands moved up a slick body, held to biceps and then directed one of seth’s own hands to his eager anatomy. weston’s free hand reached behind seth, stroked the curve of his ass before his fingers teased at the crease. cheeks pushed apart, wes teased at the ring of muscle hidden from him. pads of his fingers rubbing slowly as his own eagerness pressed hard against seth’s side.
❝ Sing for me, baby. ❞














