Letting go of Bash's hand, Storm went to drop the wine glass beside its bottle. He looked at the boy who seem nervous because he is biting his lips. He trekked to him and eased his head. "Don't do that, let me do it for you, "he said after which he kissed Bash's lips and n*****s on his lower lip.
Bash's body warmed up, although he could smell the brandy, Sweet, alcoholic, woody, with an ethereal brown fruity nuance in his mouth, he didn't mind, Storm's cozy breath was driving him crazy.
Storm roughly pulled Bash's waist closer to his member as he intensifies the kiss and only pulled away when he was breathless leaving Bash light-headed.
Bash wiped away a teardrop, Storm almost killed him the man is just too intense.
Storm began to unbutton Bash's pajama top. Something in Bash told him
