by Marcy Jacks
“You’re supposed to be right behind me,” Stefan said, taking Micah by his cock, gripping tightly to the man’s fingers and shaft.
Micah’s eyes widened. Stefan heard the quickening of his heart and then felt nothing but pleasure and relief as Micah groaned, his body tightening around Stefan’s cock and, finally, warm cum splashing against Stefan’s fingers as he stroked Micah until he milked every drop of pleasure out of him.
Micah moaned, his head turning from side to side, his entire body spasming until it was over, and then he collapsed in a sweaty, heated pile on top of the sheets.
And Stefan collapsed on top of him, his lips finding Micah’s because, hot damn, he needed to kiss the man just then.
The bearer of his young.
“I love you,” Micah gasped between kisses.
“Yes, you do,” Stefan agreed, grinning.
It was going to be a good life.
THE END
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