“Don’t make me beg,” Vander moans. “Beg all you like,” Silco replies, removing his thumb from his lips with a wet smack. “I’m not going any faster.” Understimulation was beginning to take its toll on Vander by the time Silco picks up the flask and pours just enough oil into the cup of his palm to slick it up. He watches, electrified, as Silo’s hand comes closer, closer — Only to land flat on the head of his cock. Vander bites the inside of his cheek until he tastes blood as Silco rubs slow circles over his throbbing cockhead, spreading the oil around but deliberately avoiding the shaft, the frenulum; briefly he stops, contemplative, before pressing his index finger lightly into the slit, making Vander hiss. Precum oozes out around the shallow intrusion, mixing with the oil.
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