his nipples are already peaked, torturously stiff under the thin, sweaty material of tank. every slow drag of declanβs thumb sends a sharp, electric jolt straight down his spine. he hisses, inhaling at the younger manβs touch.
obedient older menβ¦ the best. his eyes are nowhere near the otherβs, instead gawking at that rack that he wastes no time and starts groping with his large hand, fingers moving around, thumb intentionally rubbing over covered nipples.
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peter let out a low, lazy hum as declanβs thumbs dragged over his nipples againβsharp little flicks that made his chest jump under the tank. he didnβt pull away. just sank heavier into declanβs body, letting all that solid warmth hold him up while his own hips rocked back in ++
thumb flicking at the visible nipples, hot warm and eager as his lips graze the older manβs neck, hands exploring his shamelessly, letting him rest back against firm bodyβ lazily rutting against his clothed ass, tired still.
βmhhhhhm.β
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peter felt declanβs breath hot against his neck, those big hands still shamelessly kneading his pecs like dough. he let his head tip back a little, just enough to rest against declanβs shoulder, eyes half-lidded in the mirror as he watched their reflection.
βhello to you too.β
mhm. thatβs right.
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