But it didn’t change. Gay porn “Told you. That sharp, humid tang. “Chill, bro. The head was trapped against the elastic of his waistband, leaking like crazy. “That’s not it.”Liam didn’t answer. Slowly, almost detached, he lifted two fingers to his lips—the same fingers slick with Noah’s prefuck. “Chicks never know what the fuck they want, man.”That made Liam laugh, rough and too loud. “Maybe you’re right.”The words felt heavy in his mouth. Like Noah was giving him approval to stop trying so fucking hard.The night stretched long. That sounded pathetic.Noah tipped the bottle toward him again, refilling without a word.“I’m probably just too much,” Liam muttered, trying to force a smirk. Rich. Stopped showing up. His buzz was steady now—warm but not messy. Like Noah had any say over when he could cum. He was too buzzed to argue. Noah’s hand stayed on Liam’s back the whole walk to his car—steady, firm, guiding.Liam didn’t even question it.The ride back wasn’t long. But it scraped something raw anyway.“I’m fine,” Liam lied. He just wanted all this to be fucking done.His hand trembled. His cock spilled hot over his abs, mixing with Noah’s already foaming cum across his skin. Or want to be. The breakup wasn’t loud.
