Ryan gulped down, bracing himself to obey as instructed, sticking out his tongue long and flattened. He started at the base pressing against the veined skin, licking upward across the shaft in a slow, deliberate stroke.
The musky taste seeped with the faint trace of Adrian's sweet-savoury skin from the day's heat was overwhelming. His face flushed a deep red as he worked, mouth watering at the warm yet rough texture against his tongue.
Reaching the reddened crown, he swirled around it, circling in lazy figure-eights, gently teasing the tiny hole where a bead of white fluid had gathered, and dripping down.
Adrian's head fell backwards and his hands found Ryan's curly hair, fingers tangling with the strands, guiding him further into his cock.
A muffled groan escaped his lips as the wet, sliding friction of Ryan's mouth, the heat it provided, and a sharp contrast to the cool night air touched his exposed skin.
