After apologising, Irama waited, but there was no sound or movement from Hirvan. Looking up, he noticed the dazed expression on the young man and immediately understood that the drug once again had taken hold of him.
He sighed heavily and glanced at Hirvan's arousal, which was once again fully erect and brimming with vitality. He repeated his previous task, but this time it seemed it took Hirvan longer to let off some steam.
However, after the third attamp, it became clear that it did not matter how much he stroked it, there would be no release for Hirvan. The young man groaned, his body twitching from the painful arousal that had become red from the friction.
In the moment of desperation, Irama decided to use his mouth, hoping to relieve Hirvan of his misery.
The wet sticky sensation wrapping around his arousal made Hirvan arch his back and gasp in response.
