His fingers curled hard in my hair, not guiding, just anchoring. Gay porn Hated how much he still knew where to cut. “I’m too tired for round two anyway. Maybe ten, fifteen minutes. Maybe part of me knew this wasn’t really over. So fucking bad.I looked down at his cock again. “Did these lips do all the work today?” he said quietly. Time passed. His feet shifted on the carpet like he was resetting his stance.“And then what?” he said, stepping closer. Warm. Just gym gear, old hoodies, and that same fucking couch.The couch Jason and I used to make out on.I didn’t mean to look at it for that long, but I guess Drew noticed. Just lay there on his back, one arm flopped across the pillow, briefs riding low on his hips.I rolled to my left, stared at the ceiling for a while. Not the way I had loved Jason. I turned the brightness down and opened our old thread: me and Jason’s.The messages were still there.So were the pictures. You know exactly what you do to me. But I didn’t pull my hand away.He stared at me. He looked peaceful. “Bet he liked that. Watching his brother sleep in his underwear.My ex was just down the hall.I slid into bed
