“I’m sorry. I’ll stop treating you like you’ll break, as long as you promise to tell me if something makes you uncomfortable, deal?” Brenton offers.
“Sounds good to me.” Zeke smiles, and Brenton kisses him, pushing Zeke’s shirt up, only breaking the kiss when he has to, to get the shirt off and throw it out of their way. He then goes back to kissing Zeke.
Zeke’s skin is smooth and perfect, pale, no scars or tattoos, and as much as Brenton normally likes tattoos, he also really likes Zeke’s naked skin. Brenton runs his hands all over Zeke’s soft skin as they make out. They roll around on the bed, bodies moving together, and then Zeke’s hands dip lower, unzipping Brenton’s jeans. Without a hint of his normal shyness, Zeke reaches under Brenton’s underwear and palms his c**k.
Brenton can’t
