Kaelix slowly pulled away, licking his lips with a wicked grin as he looked down at Eirik. "Not yet," he whispered, voice low and teasing. "I'm not done with you."
Eirik groaned in frustration, his body quivering with a desperate need for release. The ache was maddening, but the way Kaelix teased him only intensified the pleasure, making every moment feel sharper, more consuming. He was lost in Kaelix's touch, the heat of his mouth, the way his fingers grazed Eirik's skin so effortlessly, drawing out reactions he couldn't control.
When Kaelix finally took him in his mouth again, Eirik gasped, his back arching involuntarily. This time, Kaelix moved faster, more deliberate. His tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, his lips sliding down the length of him with ease. Each motion was fluid, practiced, and it drove Eirik wild.
