Black crewneck. He didn’t stare. Gay porn “Nah. Just slow strokes getting deeper, wetter, filthier. Lights off in the front. “No speaking unless I ask. “Kitchen was light tonight. Submissive asleep in the other room.Tre stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist. Said he forgot his watch. Not after that.Phone buzzed again.Jax:I’m coming to the shop tomorrow. “You didn’t move without permission. Voice in the boy’s ear like velvet sandpaper.“You take what I give. The moan that came out of Shawn’s throat sounded like surrender. “Bet.”Shawn laid back on the couch, sweat already building at his collarbone.He peeled down his sweats slowly, jock still stretched across his hips, plug buried inside, glistening at the edge. Marbling was perfect. No touching. “More than good.”“You look it.” His voice dipped, eyes holding Jax’s just a beat too long. Just slow strokes getting deeper, wetter, filthier. Jax walked behind him and grabbed his waistband, yanking the plug out in one slow, wet pull.Shawn gasped. Lights off in the front. “Right. Thick ropes shot up across his stomach, chest, and neck—his hole twitching, pulsing, leaking around nothing but Jax’s pressure. He gripped Shawn’s waistband and tugged the joggers down, revealing thick thighs and that jockstrap he liked—black, wide-banded, his ass framed perfectly in it
