“Jack- I fucking-” “Hush”, he says softly, into Michael’s ear, hand in his pants and fingers around his cock, teasing, rubbing, keeping him just barely on the edge. “I got you. It’s okay”. Michael whines, rocking into Jack’s touch, face bright red, making his freckles stand out and breath only coming out in soft pants. “…Please… I need…” Softly chuckling, he presses a kiss on Michael’s neck. “Need to cum?” The only response he gets is a high whine and a nod.
Jack knows his eyes are dark and his own dick is hard in hos pants, but he’ll get his later, once Michael’s had one orgasm and is eager for another. “Then do it”.
He gets the best view of Michael arching, and the warmth of his release against his hand. Totally. Worth it.
--
Ffffff....yes. Yes, give me all the Jotillo.
