Both looked into each other's eyes with undisguised burning desire while trying to catch their breath.

Lucas stopped moving his waist but didn't pull out. Benard's hole, ever-naughty, still constricted around little Lucas on autopilot.

"Dear, you look so...tempting right now...you know that?" the blond remarked.

The darkhead nodded, letting out a resigned exhale, "Yeah... I know. Even...my hole is...irresistible to you, isn't it? Tell me, how many times have you...banged me in your dreams?"

"You want me to be honest?" Lucas questioned with a poorly concealed grin.

"Yeah. Tell me," Benard replied, chest heaving as he suspired time and again.

"I'll tell you...later," Lucas said, whispering the last two...