Bab 23: Chapter 23

Dryath breathed into it until his body accepted Genthry. Then he adjusted his position, rose up again, and slammed back down. And again, and again.

Genthry groaned, eyes rolling back. “Dryath, you feel amazing.”

Dryath braced himself against Genthry’s chest. If Genthry could still get coherent words out—a full sentence no less—Dryath was doing something wrong. For his part, Genthry filled him like Dryath had been designed for him, the way he’d always wanted to be. The position let Dryath adjust the thrust and angle to his own preferences and tastes, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. All he could hope for was to get Genthry off first.

That hope went out the window when Genthry wrapped his long fingers around his cock and stroked. He didn’t even have to do much; a touch would probably have brought Dryath off at this point. He screamed as his release shot out of him, which seemed to be all the permission Genthry needed.