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Rhett reached down to palm his aching erection. Link nodded. “Go ahead. Show me how you do it when you touch yourself.”
Those words dripped with domination and Rhett found himself spurred on by the idea of the shorter one commanding him.
It didn’t help that the man before him was buck naked, waiting impatiently to pounce like some predator after a successful hunt.
“I wanna see if I do it any differently.”
Rhett slammed his eyes shut because if he kept staring at Link’s toned physique, he’d burst. He unzipped his pants and grasped the base of his cock clumsily, immediately setting a fast, pumping rhythm. With eyes still closed, Rhett threw his head back and licked his lips, imagining Link’s lips were on him
anywhere.
Everywhere.
The pace grew more unforgiving, causing him to grind against the couch. The buds of pre-come emerged and Rhett swiped a thumb over the tip to coat his cock. He whined. He writhed. And with no recollection of it, Link was straddling his lap, giggling at the soft jiggle of Rhett’s thighs against his ass.
“Open your eyes, Rhett.”
Rhett opened his eyes to see, and to feel, Link writhing up against him. He looked down to see Link had taken both cocks in his hand, rubbing the tips simultaneously. He worked both of them with an impatient aggression, but Rhett didn’t mind. He needed to release.
And the thought of Link’s warm and pulsing cock against his would surely get him there…
Their collective spunk spilled atop Link’s fist, as they both cried out.
“I wanted to help us get there together.”
They both chuckled breathily, a sticky mess between them.