Labored breathing and the small grunts of the smaller man is all that was heard. His heated throat squeezed around my shaft as he encased my hips between his bulging biceps. He moved with purpose and such grace taking me all the way just to pull back far and slam himself farther than the first time. I ran my hands through his short buzz, holding him as much as I could while he committed this sin upon me. My stomach tied knots and I knew I was about to release. I looked down at him “Fuck...Pup…” was all I could say. He looked up with those honey eyes and pushed himself all the way down, squeezing his esophagus closed, pulling all the heat onto me. My knees buckled and I caught myself on the wall as I shot streams into my dear pups throat, he swallowed like the good boy he is, stood up, gave me a kiss and went to shower. I later joined him.