But it didn’t change. Once. Gay sex “I don’t see any bad bitches.”“That’s ‘cause you just got here.” Noah grinned, signaling for another round. His face burned. Deal with it in the morning. He couldn’t. Why the fuck would I?”Noah chuckled. “There you go.” His voice dropped lower. Cum spilled hot across Liam’s knuckles, painting his wrist and smearing down his abs and even his dick. Too casual. “Pre-cum. And—honestly? Or want to be. His throat was dry. Even when Camila was still around.He exhaled hard. Or at least ask why. Take it easy.”He nodded. The room tilted a little too fast.Noah caught his elbow without even trying. But another part—tired, drunk, horny as fuck—felt like it made sense.Noah had been calling the shots all night. You feel how wet your own cock is?” Noah’s tone was steady, dark. Half-joking. “Shit. The same gym sessions. You’re not the bitter type after all. Liam’s breath smelled faintly of booze.“So… how’s it taste?”His chest went hollow. His knuckles were shining with pre. Not really.”Noah stayed quiet. Big enough for two without having to touch. Just watching.
