Turn that s**t down.
work,” Vic growled. He grabbed Matt’s foot in his hand and tried to shove it out of his way.
him instead.
fuck it and settled for squeezing the tube hard enough to pop the cap off the end. It shot to the floor as cool, clear gel splashed Vic’s hands.
meeee,” he cried, his voice loud in their quiet apartment.
yes!”
O of desire. “Yes,” Matt panted, his breath coming in short, quick bursts as he f****d against Vic’s thumb. “Please, yes, Vic, please.”
fuck me already!” Matt squirmed beneath him, hungry with desire. Then he laughed breathlessly. “That’s what you look like, Vic. f**k me, f**k me! I never get tired of hearing you say that.”
Yes!” Matt cried again. “God, you’re so big.”
