“Ahn…ah…” Blaze gasped, rippling in Arik’s hold.
“Can you?” Arik asked, because at some point after the millionth orgasm, it’d stopped being about performance and started being about pleasure. Arik seemed obsessed with it, actually: making Blaze feel good. Paying Blaze back, for whatever the hell it was he thought Blaze had done. Blaze didn’t argue. Couldn’t, in fact, argue most of the time, as his mouth was occupied in some way, shape, or form. And Arik was so damned hot and weirdly gentle, yet ferocious, and what man in his right mind would say no to that kind of affection?
Blaze nodded, because he could feel the burn building. His lower back, his ass, and his groin were already tightening. But it was…almost peaceful. Undemanding. Like the sensation was going to happen, was destined, and Blaze could simply ride it out and enjoy.
“Good,” Arik whispered, and he licked Blaze’s ear in precisely the way that made Blaze shiver. “I love seeing you get off.”