123 – Cypress Mosaic

They tangled their tongues, each sharpening the tip as if competing in a contest of strength. While their gazes wandered through each other's eyes with moist, crumbling expressions, they stimulated themselves by rubbing their respective manhoods below. Elian could feel his pulse racing in the depths of his throat, held fast by the other man.

“I can’t take it anymore.”

Rubbing his lips against Elian’s, Lorenz panted in a voice that sounded as if it had been scraped by metal. The hand that had been encircling Elian's neck slid down to pull his waist closer. The distance vanished.