Chapter 4
Glen awoke the next morning to a drowsy sensation of pleasure. Though he couldn’t remember dreaming at all, he thought perhaps he was now. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, Glen looked down along the bed and saw the dark blur of Aiden’s hair amongst the pale haze of their sheets. The warm, steady rhythm of Aiden’s mouth around Glen’s c**k slowly roused him.
“Hey,” Glen murmured blearily. “Good morning to you, too.” He ran his fingers through Aiden’s luscious ebony curls and sighed with contentment. “Didn’t we just have this discuss—ohhh, Aiden, you know just how to—” His thought was cut off by a gasp as Aiden deep-throated him down to the base and pushed up Glen’s balls within reach of his tongue. Glen dug his fingers into the back of Aiden’s head. “Oh, Aiden. Fffuck yesss…”
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