Riley would have fallen forward completely had he not instinctively braced himself on his knees. All at once he was feeling his hot blood on his back and Tao's cold hands on his aching length. It was too much, especially when he had just been released from the grip of the leather. He came almost immediately with a grunt, grinding his hips forward into the pressure of Tao's hand. He reached down and closed his fingers over Tao's, desperate again, but this time there was nothing frantic about it, he just needed to spur the other man on to drain him of all that pent up energy. When he was done, he could already feel that he was not yet entirely spent, in fact, he felt even better than before, like he was a pup of nineteen again, ready to rut against anything in the almost always fruitless pursuit of being not only satiated but satisfied.
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