Ian picked up a washcloth and wiped at the iquid that had slid down his skin. It wouldn't be too long, Ian knew, but it always seemed an eternity. Five minutes or te minutes could feel like hours. Anthony's fingers slid up Ian's back until they were twisted, gently, in his har. "I can't wait to get you on the bed," he said thickly, voice low and gravely. "Gonna shove my tongue in you so deep, baby."
Ian moaned outright, despite the dull pain in his muscles and stomach. It was a low moan, soft, but a moan nonetheless, and Anthony smiled at the sound. "Is that what you want?" Anthony continued in the same tone. "You want my tongue in you, want me fuckng your ass with my mouth? You're going to taste so fucking goo, baby." His fingers tightened slightly in Ian's hair. Not enough to cause any pain, just enough to make him gasp, then moan again. "Then I'll fuck you. So hard, baby, so god damn hard. So deep inside you. And then you'll take my cum in your pretty mouth."
Ian was whimpering, his hips moving ever so slightly, squirming. "P-please?" he choked out. "Please?" He was begging for release. He knew it hadn't been long enough, but if Anhony kept it up, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold it in.
"I think you can hold it for another couple of minutes." But Anthony let go of Ian's hair and sat back slightly, just letting his hands run slowly up his sides. Anthony was quiet, just a few whimpers leaving his mouth, but still squirming. Anthony let his hands slip lower until he was firmly squeezing Ian's ass in both hands. "Almost, baby. Almost."
