" That’s right, Syn. Come all over me,” Furi groaned. With each jerk of his fist he pumped more come from his cock. Syn fell forward, all of his upper body weight bearing down on Furi. He was a puddle of languorous ooze in his lover’s arms. Syn nuzzled his head in Furi’s thick hair and panted through the rest of his orgasm. He twitched and jerked while Furi calmed his frantic pace and lazily worked Syn’s opening. “Fuck feels good,” Syn groaned, slowly rotating his ass on Furi’s finger. "
― A.E. Via , Embracing His Syn (Nothing Special, #2)