#Chapter134
The shorts come off. They slid down his thighs and the relief was so sharp that spots danced along the edge of his vision. /"Shiiiiit,/" he hissed as he reached down, grabbing hold of his sensitive member. His balls were throbbing, and his cock whined in desperation against the slow motion he'd taken up. It wasn't enough.
/"How long until Angel gets back?/" he whispered, straddling the big guy's lap once more. Their cocks brushed, and he held them together, rotating his hips so they rubbed together in a way that had them both moaning like a pair of bitches in heat.
/"Not being funny,/" Raven gasped, his huge chest heaving, /"But I so don't want to talk about my brother right now./"
/"Hmm./" Biting down on his lip, his eyes briefly dropping down to the doughnut tattoo on the big guy's hip, an identical replica to the one on his own, spat onto his fingers. /"Don't suppose you have any lube?/"
