Brent, for his part, had no clue that he was causing such a situation. He was, in fact, getting absolutely devoured by Sergei and enjoying every minute of it.
Brent's fingers dug deep into Sergei's hair, holding him, tugging him, trying to get him to do what he wanted to do. Sergei, for his part, only listened to the suggestions that he wanted to. He was busy tasting Brent, enjoying him slowly, with great enthusiasm as Brent's head got to know the tile behind him, intimately.
Brent's legs hung over his shoulders, his toes pressing into the soles of his shoes as Sergei covered him completely with his mouth, his cock hitting the soft, clenching warmth of Sergei's throat.
