Thick. Gay porn Plug flashing red inside him, subtle. Just the slap of skin and the sound of submission.“Keep your hands on the floor,” Tre said.And then he moved.Long strokes. His cock was leaking hard, thick veins pulsing.Tre straddled his chest, jerking his own dick—slow, right above Jax’s face.“You ever tasted it after I’ve been inside someone?”Jax blinked—then nodded.Tre groaned. Just let him take the weight, the warmth, the shape. “You need to be marked?”“Yes, sir.”“Why?”“To remember.”Tre grabbed a handful of hair, tugged the man’s head back just slightly. Keep your knees wide. Big message.Tre crouched. That long, curved dick—pierced through the head—hung heavy between his thighs. Someone will be waiting for you.”The man’s breath hitched.“Who?” he whispered.Tre stepped back. Shaking a little. One bottle of bourbon. They’re lessons. He doesn’t have to. Warm. Not nervous. From instinct.Tre didn’t kiss him.Not yet.He stared into his eyes. He belongs to Jax, and every motion shows it. “Not for long.”He walked behind the couch, out of sight—but the mirror above the bar gave a full reflection. “Please, please—”“Now,” Jax said, voice sharp.Micah exploded, body convulsing.
