Ryan breathed out slowly.
He leaned at the bathtub wall and enjoyed the pleasure that Aiden's hands imparted on his hardened tool.
While he was pleasuring Aiden before, he also got aroused. That's why Aiden got to deal with a steel-hard cock from the beginning.
While moving his hands up and down clumsily, Aiden stole glances at Ryan.
His beloved husband had his eyes closed. He looked like the very picture of composure, but his breathing had become hitched from Aiden's touch.
Aiden lowered his eyelashes and focused on the task at hand.
Ryan's organ looked different from his.
It was longer, thicker, and gave Aiden an inexplicable sense of fright. When Aiden squeezed it in his hands, he could feel it pulsating against his palm. Almost as if it had a life of its own.
"Hmm..."
Aiden looked up at Ryan's face when he heard Ryan's moan.
"Does it feel good?" he asked.
Ryan opened his eyes and smiled at Aiden.
"Very."
That was what he said, but Ryan was difficult to please.
