The moment Dawson’s teeth push into Pace skin, he comes, and it feels amazing as Pace’s body goes tight around his c**k. Dawson doesn’t last long after that. He thrusts a few times, and then pleasure explodes through his system. Dawson slows to a stop, kissing Pace the whole time.
They pull apart a little, and Dawson grabs a cloth to clean them both up, and by cloth he means a t-shirt he’d been wearing. Then he collapses on the bed, sweat cooling on his body. Pace leans against him, his head coming to rest on Dawson’s chest.
“Umm, sorry about the biting thing?” Dawson says after a while, his fingers brushing over the already healing bite marks.
“Don’t be sorry. I liked it. Not normally my thing, but it felt right,” Pace says, yawning.
“Want to crash here a while? I can drive you home l
