Chapitre 3: Chapter 3

He stuck the index finger of his left hand in his mouth, making it slick with saliva. Without missing a stroke with his right hand, he slipped the finger into Cyprian’s anus, drawing from him a long, low moan and causing him to thrust back his arse, deeper onto the finger.

“Just like that,” Cyprian groaned. “Keep it there.”

Brennus’s right hand quickened on Cyprian’s cock. The organ swelled against his palm. After no more than a dozen strokes, Cyprian cried out again, thrust his hips forward, and sent his seed flying through the air. Eager to see how the Red Devil’s climax tasted, Brennus dropped to his knees and sucked the head of the cock clean before rising, traces of the creamy load remaining on his lips.

For a good while, the two men held each other and kissed, their hips gently grinding together in the warm sunlight. The smell of their sex pervaded Brennus’s nostrils, reinforcing his desire to prolong the kissing and body contact for as long as possible.