And so, Kahili works him with an unhurried hand, fisting his c**k just inches from Ardyn's head. Kahili draws from Valen's base to his tip, then swirls his hand around the head in a way that makes Valen inhale sharply.
Valen's hips press into Kahili's hand, and then he relaxes, as if tempering his every desire to chase his pleasure.
"What was it you said, my love?" Kahili whispers against his ear. "Eventually, he needs something to rut against."
Valen's eyes close. "Yes," he breathes. "I said that."
He feels Kahili smile. Conversationally, he says, "Do you need something to rut against?"
Kahili knows exactly where to press to elicit the softest moans from Valen. He knows his husband's body well. Kahili works him right to the edge, on the very cusp of blinding pleasure that makes his s
