Damien and Cal
Cal had not reached a point in his sexual career where he'd felt totally in control of himself yet, especially at times like now, where he felt his cock moving more of its own voilition than anything else. The sensitive tissue contracted pleasantly at the touch and oh, he wanted MORE, and at the same time everything was PERFECT and he could die happily like this and...
He loved Damien's fingers, had he mentioned that lately? Moaning his appreciation, Cal found it hard to do more just yet.