Dean turned, his own cock slick and glistening. Gay sex He helped the trembling Simon to his feet. His silver streaks were stark against his otherwise dark hair, which was dishevelled, falling across his forehead in a way utterly alien to the CEO’s usual polished authority. “There. Slowly, carefully, Dean pulled out, the movement eliciting a soft whimper from the oversensitive Simon. The robe gaped, hinting at the muscular thighs beneath, a testament to discreet personal trainers and a lifetime of controlled power now visibly unspooling. It was a gesture startlingly tender amidst the coercion.Simon gasped, his head tilting back. Adam remained kneeling, his face inches from the evidence of Dean’s possession dripping from Simon. He tightened the silk robe with a hand that trembled almost imperceptibly. Adam followed a step behind, a shadow still instinctively attuned to Simon, yet his observant eyes kept flicking back to Dean, awaiting direction. Dean pushed forward, groaning as the warm, wet heat enveloped the head of his cock.
