Naturally, those begging pleas mixed with moans did not make Dominic Vance show any mercy. The man's hand movements became increasingly fervent, and he even sucked harder, his warm mouth completely enveloping Lucien's small member.
The man's tongue curled around the head, then slid down along its shaft, the wet sensation causing Lucien's throat to vibrate with soft, muffled sounds. He could almost feel every vein on Dominic's palate rubbing against his most sensitive skin, a feeling that was both numbing and electrifying, nearly bringing him to tears.
"Do not... do not suck anymore... I am about to... um..."
Dominic Vance actually listened. He released the small member with a soft pop, the saliva-drenched tip gleaming under the yellow light. He looked up at Lucien, his deep black eyes now tinted with a thick layer of lust, a thin silver thread of saliva still lingering at the corner of his mouth.
