No pressure. It was instinct. Gay sex And then after that I’ll let you cum, deal?”…Let him?A part of his brain flagged it as weird. Clothes tossed over a chair. Some even hit his shoulder. His abs clenched tight. Not in a bar with Noah watching him.Liam sat back, dragging his hands down his face. Pre leaked fresh, slicking down over Liam’s knuckles.“That’s it.” Noah’s voice softened. He nodded slowly, even as his gut clenched.He wiped his torso, slow and mechanical. Like it. “Went fucking beast mode today. Fisting his own cock at a constant pace.The head was almost level with Liam’s eyes. Like it was just a friend looking out.Liam nodded. Bad bitches and bad decisions tonight.”Liam smirked despite himself. “Fuck… that’s it. “See? His cock strained against his waistband, wet at the tip.He swallowed hard—and shoved his briefs down. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”Liam swallowed. His cock throbbed with humiliation but he stopped stroking momentarily.Noah saw it. It had been a perfect storm. Sweat. Liam leaned back, head fuzzy, feeling relaxed for the first time in weeks.But the clock behind the bar read almost 1 a.m.He rubbed his eyes. Maybe he’d been stressing over nothing. And now the chair creaked.Noah was moving. His cock spilled hot over his abs, mixing with
