“Breathe,” Lucas said. “Trust me. This is way more enjoyable if you’re conscious.”
Ian couldn’t help but laugh, which in and of itself helped him relax a little. He was even able to stay like that when Lucas did the same across the right n****e, circling it with the flat of his tongue afterward to draw it into a tight peak. At his waist, Lucas found the slight indentation of his navel, tickling in its shallow depth for a moment before finally grabbing his pants and pushing them down his legs.
His erection caught on the elastic, trapping them in what would have been a humorous pose for the moments until it snapped free and slapped lightly against Ian’s stomach. The wet tip rubbed over Lucas’s chest as he descended, and Ian had to relinquish his hold on the other man’s hips to find a bette
