“I think ye need to be on the dangerous substances list, Sonny! Yer spunk is fuckin’ addictive,” Declan said in a deep, lazy drawl. Sam exhaled a laugh.
His hand moved from Declan’s hair to grip the back of his neck, “C’mere” Sam beckoned. Declan shifted up the bed and Sam rose to meet him halfway with a smiling kiss. His free hand cupped Declan’s stubbly face, and his tongue slipped effortlessly between Declan’s lips, soft and swollen from cock sucking. Sam’s warm, velvety tongue filled Declan’s mouth, exploring deeply, stealing his breath. Sam tasted the salty bitterness of his own semen mingled with Declan’s saliva. They tasted so delicious together. Declan’s arms snuck around Sam’s narrow waist. He rolled, and Sam whooped as he followed, overjoyed for his slender, athletic body to be enfolded and crushed in strong, muscled arms, against Declan’s chest.