Wooden planks pressed cold against his cheek as a single lantern swung above. Emil’s breath hitched, his fingers digging into the grass beneath him.”Relax,” Ben whispered, though his own voice was strained with effort. Gay sex Without warning, those fingers slipped beneath the loosened waistband of his pants.Emil jerked away instinctively despite the ropes binding him. The rest he wiped with his fingers, smearing it across his cheek in the process. The blunt pressure against the tight ring of muscle made Emil tense.Ben pushed forward slightly, testing the resistance. His fingers threaded through the brown curls, not pushing, just holding.”Fuck, your mouth,” he groaned.Encouraged, Emil took more, sliding his lips down the shaft until he couldn’t go further without gagging. The rest he wiped with his fingers, smearing it across his cheek in the process. His entrance tightened instinctively at the memory of their last attempt.Ben guided the head of his cock against Emil’s hole, positioning it carefully. Emil’s breath hitched, his fingers digging into the grass beneath him.”Relax,” Ben whispered, though his own voice was strained with effort.
