~Becklan's POV~
"Look at me, babe," Leon groaned, his voice breaking. He reached down, hooking his thumbs into the waistbands of our boxers and shucking them off in one fluid motion.
When skin finally met skin, I moaned loudly, my head thrashing against the pillow. He caught my hands, pinning them above my head as he resumed that rhythmic, punishing grind. The sensation of our slick, hot cock sliding against one another was too much.
"Ah... Leon! Right there... yes!" I sobbed, my voice raw with a mix of pleasure and desperation.
He let out a guttural sound, his movements becoming faster, more frantic. He released my hands to wrap his fingers around both of us, joining our cock together as he increased the pace. The friction, the heat, and the sight of his face twisted in pure, carnal focus sent me over the edge.
"I can't—I'm going! Baby!" I choked out, my body snapping taut like a bowstring.
"Cum with me, babe... I'm close too," he gasped.
