The jealousy was still there, sharp and acidic, but it was now fused with a horrifying, undeniable arousal at witnessing his most trusted possession submit so completely to another.Dean pulled out slowly, the wet pop obscenely loud in the tense silence. He glanced towards Adam, who remained frozen, head bowed over the shoe. Gay sex Clean me.”Adam was there instantly, sinking to his knees beside Dean. The web was complete. Adam’s mouth moved with focused devotion, licking, sucking, cleaning Dean’s cock with every withdrawal, his observant eyes watching Dean’s face, learning what pleased him.“Fuck, yes,” Dean growled. He tightened the silk robe with a hand that trembled almost imperceptibly. He looked up at Simon, a silent question, a plea for permission in his observant eyes, even now. “…Begging for my cock. Dean pushed forward steadily, relentlessly. Dean unzipped his faded jeans with deliberate slowness, freeing his thick, flushed cock, already half-hard with anticipation and the thrill of dominance. He leaned in, his movements gaining purpose, and pressed his lips to Simon’s shoulder, near the junction of his neck. At your apartment.” The words were thick with a potent mix of jealousy, betrayal, and a horrifying fascination.“And?” Dean pressed, his hand sliding around Simon’s waist, fingers digging possessively into the soft flesh just above the powerful thigh hidden by the robe. Simon’s hips jerked upwards involuntarily.
