Dean then turned his full attention to Simon, his gaze stripping away the thin veneer of the robe. Adam’s lips trailed upwards, along the column of Simon’s throat, his stubble scraping sensitive skin. Gay sex Thick ropes of cum spurted onto the pristine fabric of the sofa beneath him, wave after wave of shattering pleasure leaving him trembling, gasping, utterly spent, held up only by Dean’s grip and the unforgiving furniture.The sight of Simon’s complete surrender, the feel of his body convulsing and milking his cock, the raw, guttural sound of his release – it tore Dean’s climax from him. Adam…” It was a moan of disbelief and overwhelming sensation. The touch was a brand.“You marked him,” Simon whispered, the sound raw. “Open.”Adam’s lips parted instantly, a soft exhale escaping him. His mouth closed over Simon’s cock, now fully hard. Adam Price, Simon’s silent sentinel, his cornerstone, his utterly devoted protector and butler, had knelt not to corporate authority, but to Dean’s innate, almost primal charisma. “Adam looks well. “I’M CUMMING!” His body bowed violently, muscles locking as his orgasm ripped through him with seismic force. It was too much, too soon after his climax, but the sensation, the submission, was overwhelming.
