Free Sin City Uniform 01 - All Fired Up by Morticia Knight

against one another and Trent marveled that they’d been able to make it through the entire showering process without getting each other off, but he was enjoying the anticipation too much to rush it. He noted a slight tremble in Shawn’s body.
    “Cold?”
    He shook his head. “Excited. Won’t last long.”
    “Good. You need your rest.”
    Shawn drew his eyebrows together. “What about you?”
    “I’ll stroke myself off while I suck you.”
    “Like hell you will. I wanna make you come.”
    Trent leaned down to take his mouth again, not sure how he would ever get enough of Shawn’s kisses. Yes. He wanted Shawn to make him come. Without breaking the contact of their lips, he dropped to one elbow then took Shawn’s hand and placed it on his needy shaft.
    The moment Shawn wrapped his fingers around him, he almost shot his load. There’d been too much of a build-up. It had been fun, but he didn’t want to wait anymore.
    He growled into the kiss, pumping his dick into Shawn’s fist. It had been so long since he’d been touched by anyone, since he’d wanted to be touched by anyone. His balls abruptly tightened, the surge of energy in his spine almost startling in its intensity.
    “Oh, God, Shawn.”
    He froze, coming over and over on Shawn’s hand, his stomach. He still rested on his elbows, but he dropped his forehead on Shawn’s shoulder. He shuddered when Shawn released his softening member, every nerve alive right under the surface of his skin. His breathing gradually slowed and he lifted his head to gaze into Shawn’s eyes.
    “Beautiful.”
    He meant it in so many different ways and he was certain Shawn understood. Dipping his chin, he tasted Shawn’s lips without deepening the kiss. He reached between them to rub his cum into Shawn’s belly, stroked the soft hair of his happy trail. He was startled when Shawn pulled away to lick Trent’s seed off his fingers.
    “Jesus.”
    Trent had said it barely above a whisper. It was so hot between them, so immediate.
    Typically, Trent took a while to open up to someone. There were few with whom he’d ever even wished to do such a thing. It seemed as though once he’d decided to give Shawn a chance, he’d dropped every last bit of his resistance—caved in and allowed himself to feel everything.
    Giving Shawn one more soft peck, he then lowered down the length of his body where he was met by Shawn’s straining length. He’d been waiting all day for this one moment, the moment when he sucked Shawn, felt him on his tongue for the first time.
    It was everything. Not so much that it was all he’d wanted it to be, but that it was everything. The soft skin encasing the heated erection. The sweet, full balls. His masculine scent highlighted by the clean soap smell. Shawn’s strong thighs on either side of his head, tensing and bunching as he trembled under Trent’s ministrations.
    He swallowed Shawn down, allowed his mushroomed head to slide past his gag reflex—working the muscles of his throat until whimpers and cries fell from Shawn’s lips, Shawn’s heels digging in the mattress. He lifted off his dick with a strong suctioning pull, then teased his slit. Shawn grabbed his hair, his noises gaining in strength as he bucked his hips.
    Trent increased his pace, the intensity. As Shawn thrust into his mouth, Trent shoved a hand under his ass to grab hold. He squeezed and kneaded his flesh even as he furiously ate Shawn’s cock. Shawn’s nuts drew tight right as he pulsed the first stream of hot cum into Trent’s mouth. Immediately, there was a loud yell and Trent continued to milk Shawn’s orgasm, pulling as much as he could from his lover.
    As soon as Shawn went boneless on the bed, Trent let Shawn’s softening member fall from his mouth and scooted up to gather him in his arms. He cradled Shawn, encouraging him to twine their limbs together. Soon, Shawn’s breathing slowed and evened out. Trent smiled against the top of Shawn’s head where it was tucked