“Yeah, I’m close, too. I want you to come first,” Francis says, and he speeds up his hand on Danny’s c**k, still thrusting. Danny can’t keep his head up, and it falls back, hitting the door a little on his way down, but he doesn’t care. Everything else feels so good.
‘It feels different,’ is Danny’s first thought. Well, his second thought after, ‘Oh my God, I’m coming.’ It’s different having an orgasm with Francis inside of him. It builds differently and spreads through him in waves that start low down but leave his whole body shaking, as he comes on his shirt. He’s glad it’s white, so he might be able to hide the mess long enough to change clothes.
Francis stops stroking Danny’s c**k just as it’s getting sensitive, and his thrusts get even faster, less smooth, his hands firm on Danny’s
