He leaned in and licked a slow, firm stripe over Lance's hole.
Lance cried out, a sharp, shocked sound that echoed in the quiet room. The earlier play with the dildo had left him sensitized, ultra-aware, and Ansel's tongue felt like a live wire.
Fucking electric.
"So sensitive.." Ansel groaned, his breath hot against him. He did it again, slower this time, circling the tight ring of muscle before pressing the tip of his tongue firmly against it.
Lance's hips jerked off the couch. "Ah! Fuck, Ansel…"
Ansel gripped his hips, holding him down, and ate him out with a single-minded focus that stole Lance's breath. He licked and probed, his tongue fucking into him in shallow, relentless strokes.
He sucked at the rim, making Lance see stars, his entire world narrowing to the heat of Ansel's mouth and the building, coiling pressure deep in his gut.
