God. Shawn’s mind went absolutely blank with overwhelming want.
Leander started sucking on his tongue, his hands clutching his back helplessly. He was whining, trying to pull him away, but he keeps on coming closer that there wasn’t any space between them anymore.
Fuck, it actually felt so good, but Shawn would never say that out loud to him.
And then Leander started unbuckling his belt with impatient, shaky fingers, and yanked his zipper open.
After that… Shawn wasn’t sure what happened after that. There was just Leander’s hot mouth, the taste of him, the feel of his firm body against his, his hands—those amazing hands—wrapping around both of their hard c***s as Leander rutted against him on the couch.
Shawn was gasping and moaning, wanting more, more of this man on top of him
