Everything about that man was warm.
His body felt lighter, his head seemed to sway, and his breathing became more regular—soon his vision darkened.
Ezra was sure he had closed his eyes, but strangely his body was now soaked, hot and sticky, he was holding on tightly to someone, his arms wrapped around the neck of the man whose breath was now blowing right into his ear, making him unable to hold back the subtle moan coming out from his half-open lips.
His eyes looking at the ceiling which was definitely not the ceiling of his room. In a state of confusion, he blinked rapidly. Ezra again let out a quiet groan as he felt the squeeze in the lower area.
'Do you like this game so much? You're getting harder, Ezra.'
A whispered voice, husky and low, the voice of a man he recognized. And right after the guy whispered that, his sense of hearing sharpened, the squelching sound of thick liquid sliding against each other filled the room.
Hot.
