Darren takes a deep breath like he knows he’s going to need it as Zach presses forward, squeezes and sucks, everything all at once wet and fast and Zach feels Darren’s hands go to the back of his head and clutch, and he should worry about his hair but he just doesn’t care as long as it means Darren will fuck his mouth a little more, a little harder, wishes he would really go for it but Zach can tell he’s way too nice for that, at least in this circumstance.
Darren tries to warn him that he’s about to come (see? so fucking nice) and Zach just holds him there, nods his head and growls in his throat and makes sure his lips are sealed nice and tight and sucks him right through it, Darren gripping the base of his skull and shaking a bit, a hard groan from his chest that sounds like it might hurt to get that sound out.
Darren slowly uncoils, relaxes back into the sofa, touches Zach’s chin and strokes along his jaw and Zach looks up, lip hanging open with just the tip of Darren’s cock laying there, and Darren groans.
“My pants..”
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