Con knelt on the bed and mouthed at Kenton’s c**k through the cotton. He slid a hand over Kenton’s chest and thumbed his n*****s, making Kenton writhe. Finally he removed them and nuzzled Kenton’s c**k. Then he rubbed his cheek against Kenton’s sac, kissing gently before easing back and standing to continue removing his own clothing.
Con unfastened his pants and pushed them and his boxers down, kicking them aside. He reached out to Kenton and drew him to his feet. He wrapped one hand around the back of Kenton’s head, angling him perfectly for a possessive kiss. Kenton wrapped his arms around Con, holding tightly, as if afraid he’d find this was just a dream.
“Not leaving you, babe, not this time, never again,” Con whispered.
Kenton whined as Con broke the kiss and stepped back. Kenton d
