Professor Grayson's Favorite sin
“You're taking me so deep, so perfect. My beautiful boy. Look at you, spread open and dripping for me."
Lennon was beyond words, reduced to desperate, whiny noises, tears streaking his temples. The danger, the praise, the brutal rhythm, it was all too much and nowhere near enough.
Damien’s hand snaked around to fist Lennon’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. “Come whenever you want, sweetheart. I want to feel you milk me when you lose it.”
It didn’t take long. Lennon shattered with a choked cry, spilling over Damien’s fingers, vision whiting out. Damien groaned, hips stuttering, and slammed in deep one last time.
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