With a roar – “FUCK, SIMON!” – he buried himself impossibly deep, grinding his hips as he emptied himself in hot, claiming pulses deep inside Simon’s clutching heat. Gay sex The scent of sex, sweat, and submission hung heavy in the sterile penthouse air.Dean dipped his fingers in the cooling mess on Simon’s lower back. Adam Price, Simon’s silent sentinel, his cornerstone, his utterly devoted protector and butler, had knelt not to corporate authority, but to Dean’s innate, almost primal charisma. He knelt before Dean, head slightly bowed, but his observant eyes locked on Dean’s face, the posture itself a devastating act of submission. “Pleasure each other,” he commanded, his voice low and thick with authority. “…Begging for my cock. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to trace the stretched, glistening rim, then licking a broad path over Simon’s perineum and balls. Slowly, carefully, Dean pulled out, the movement eliciting a soft whimper from the oversensitive Simon. It was a gesture startlingly tender amidst the coercion.Simon gasped, his head tilting back. Simon felt the coil snap. 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.
