Davy parted his lips to breathe as their gasps and panting echoed. Lyle embraced him tightly while stroking his waist, their chests pressed together. They were still connected, and it seemed as if Lyle didn't have any intention to pull out yet, and even Davy didn't either.
They both remained silent for a few moments, savoring the pleasure they had just experienced, and Davy chose to calm his desire first and bring his sanity back together. His head was buried in Lyle's shoulder. It took a few moments for the heat to gradually subside.
"Lyle," Davy whispered, his tone exhausted.
"Yes?" the other immediately replied. His other hand continued to stroke Davy's back.
Davy remained silent for a few moments as if he was still deciding what to ask or even hesitating. He bit his lower lip before finally asking.
