A soft sigh.
“Does it feel good?” I asked.
“So good.”
“Do you want more?”
“Please.”
“Do you like having your balls played with?”
“Yes, so much.”
“Use your other hand to tease your balls. Do it how you think I would.”
His moan was low and broken and sent a rush of desire sweeping through me.
“I’m on top of you now. Do you like feeling my weight on you?”
“I love it.”
“You spread your legs for me, and I press our cocks together.”
He gasped, then moaned again.
“I tell you to take both of us in hand. Do you do it?”
“Yes! I’m doing it.”
“Good boy. Keep working your dick, but no coming. Do you understand?”
“Yes. I won’t.” He let out another soft moan that made my already rock-hard cock throb with need.
“I’m looking down at you while you get us off. I want to kiss you. Do you want that?”
“Yes. I want to kiss you so bad.”
“I’m leaning down. I’m kissing you, teasing you with my tongue.”
“God, Nice. I wish you were really here.”
“Me too, Sinbin.” I closed my eyes again. Hearing him use my handle was a bit jarring. I’d gotten so into things I’d forgotten we didn’t even know each other’s names. “I keep kissing you, but I want more. Do you?”
“So much more.”
“What do you want?”
“Anything. Everything.”
“Do you want me to blow you?”
“Yes.”
“What about rim you?”
A pause. “Yes?”
“You don’t sound sure. It’s okay if you don’t enjoy it?—”