Brian had spent too many years perfecting his control to allow it to come undone, even when faced with a man breaking into his home whom he'd been with in the past. In all honesty, he wasn't even sure if his control could be broken. Fear at a young age had forced him to build a wall, not to keep everyone out, but to keep himself in.
Brian's breath came out in a shuddering gasp as Ferrol rubbed his cheek against his cock. The smooth skin with that hint of texture just before being enveloped in the moist heat of his mouth. He groaned, long and low, at the dedication Ferrol was showing him.
His hand wasn't a forceful gesture, threading through Ferrol's hair, alternately gripping and relaxing as his body rocked against the man before him. His other hand lifted to join the other threaded through Ferrol's short locks, his head tilting back, his eyes shutting as he lost himself in sensation.
"Ferrol," he breathed the man's name, a delicious tension building inside him, though he knew he wasn't yet close to climax.