Peter wasted no time as he plunged his tongue into Myka’s mouth. His hands moved under Myka’s shirt, pressing into the firm trenches of his stomach and chest while he pushed the shirt up.
Myka raised his arms as Peter pulled away from their kiss and removed the shirt. But rather than continue where they had left off, he moved down to wrap his lips around one of Myka’s nipples. He flicked it with his tongue and then sucked hungrily while his teeth pressed to the skin below until Myka released a soft hiss.
Peter continued to bite and suck at Myka’s chest. His hands were already pulling at the button of Myka’s pants.
Myka leaned his head against the wall with a thick groan as Peter’s hand slipped into his boxers and grabbed his hardened shaft. Peter began to stroke him while he continued to bite and suck and leave his mark along Myka’s chest.
