It was better like this, facing each other. Dario could kiss him, could watch the pleasure dancing in his eyes, cling to him, even exercise a bit of control over Shawn’s rhythm. It just felt right, and Dario didn’t want to lose that sense of being filled. Of being surrounded. Would he have felt like this with anybody else? Or did it need to be Shawn’s muscled body, Shawn’s tender mouth, Shawn’s careful rhythm? Dario didn’t know the answer to that question, and he wasn’t sure it mattered.
When Shawn stopped moving, Dario knew he has fully sheathed. His body burned, but not just from the c**k in his ass, from the heat pouring from Shawn’s skin and the strain of his own muscles as he clung to Shawn’s back. Sweat darkened the hair at Shawn’s temples and gleamed along his jaw. Dario got a tast
