Page 17 of Trash and Treasure
Mico’s hips bucked one more time, and then he arched and cried out as his orgasm barreled through him, and his come spilled over their joined hands. Jack was only a single thrust behind him, and then he sent his own release fountaining between them. Mico knew he’d never climaxed that hard from a hand job in his life.
From the fucked-out look on Jack’s face, Mico suspected the same was true for him as well.
“You think it’s like that because we’re mates?” Jack said when he had collected his wits.
“Maybe,” Mico replied, stripping off his shirt and using it to clean up the mess between them. “Can’t wait to find out what sucking you off feels like.”
“God, I might just die from intense sex,” Jack said, running a fingertip along Mico’s too-sensitive length and chuckling at the shiver produced in response.
Mico’s stomach rumbled, reminding him that it was past time for dinner. “How about we eat, then put in a movie, and go again?”
“Gotta keep our strength up, right?” Jack panted. His pale skin held the flush of arousal, and with his tousled blond hair, shirt rucked up, pants down, he was beautifully debauched.
Mico pulled Jack to him and kissed him slow and deep, promising everything. They smelled of sweat and sex, and Mico felt his cock starting to fill again.
“Maybe we should eat, or we’ll just keep coming our brains out until we die of starvation,” Mico teased.
“What a way to go,” Jack replied with a satisfied grin.
“Hold that thought,” Mico said. “We’ve got all night.”
Jack met his eyes and took Mico’s hand. “We’re mates. We’ve got the rest of our lives.”
