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𝕭𝖗𝖞𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 sat and updated Dave on everything. Everything— he took it way back and even finally spoke on his dark traumas that he figured he'd never mentioned to him along with being completely honest about what he had done to Gabriel on campus.
The two eventually began having a photoshoot in the room as Bryshere laid naked in his bed— once wrapping that up Bryshere slid on his boxers and shorts then stood up against the dresser looking at the photos on Dave's camera.
"Damn, so his father really wiped Keith ass out the way? Like he killed the nigga?" Dave was stunned even though it's been a little over an hour since their conversation about that.
Bryshere shrugged, "I think so but his dad keep denying it— I hope he did though." He looked over to Dave and put his camera up, "But, that's it."
Dave stood in front of him and wrapped his arm around the male's waist, bringing him in closely, "I don't even know what to say for real brah except I wish I could've did more as your friend." He looked at Bryshere. "I ain't react much while you was telling me— ion want you think ion care. I just don't know what to say fa real."
Bryshere was slightly distracted by Dave's gestures for a few quick moments before finally responded, "You saved me a lot of times, Dave— you good."
Dave only hummed and stepped back from the male— he was having ideas and felt like this was the wrong time.
"Why you move?" Bryshere grinned.
"Cause..." Dave chuckled and shook his head, "Just cause."
"If you wanna kiss me, David just do that then." Bryshere joked with the male but was pleasantly surprised when Dave came right back to him and pressed their lips together.
Dave grabbed the male's waist and pulled him close again, he bit down on Bryshere's bottom lip gently and then pushed his tongue into the male's mouth.
The two made out passionately in the middle of male's bedroom— Dave's hands ran down to Bryshere's ass gripping it firmly and he began to walk him backward toward the bed.
The two broke apart from the kiss, "I want you so bad." Dave told Bryshere in his ear as he slid his hands down the back of his pants.
"Take me then..." Bryshere grabbed the lining of Dave's pants and began to tug them down.
Dave removed his hands from Bryshere's pants and tugged his own pants and boxers down.
Bryshere sat on the edge of the bed, eye to eye with Dave's dick— he took it in his hand and slapped it against his tongue a few times, "You miss this tongue?"
Dave licked his lips and nodded, "You know you my favorite eater."
Bryshere grinned and licked from the base of his dick all the way back to the tip before taking him into his mouth. Dave held the back of his head and groaned out lowly as Bryshere bobbed his head up and down his length. "Ahh, just like that." Dave grunted out— pulling Bryshere's twist back out his face.
