KILLIAN’S POV

“Killian, stop it,” Vance whispered as my tongue continued to lick his hole as my hand rubbed his c*ck. I had woken up to Vance's body on mine and his hands wrapped around me. The rays of the sun that slipped through my window told me that it was close to midday.

My c*ck was hard and leaked of prec*m, making my body burn with need. I had pushed sleepy Vance back on the bed, lowered myself, and licked him. I could tell he was awake when I rubbed his ...