his nipples are already peaked, torturously stiff under the thin, sweaty material of tank. every slow drag of declan’s thumb sends a sharp, electric jolt straight down his spine. he hisses, inhaling at the younger man’s touch.
obedient older men… the best. his eyes are nowhere near the other’s, instead gawking at that rack that he wastes no time and starts groping with his large hand, fingers moving around, thumb intentionally rubbing over covered nipples.