The duke's hand kept moving on Clint's bare cock, stroking firm and steady. His thumb circled the wet tip, pressing just right to build the heat inside Clint.
Clint's body shook, his breaths coming in short gasps. The pleasure twisted tight in his gut, pulling him under.
His hips bucked up one last time, hard and desperate.
A deep groan ripped from his throat as he came, hot spurts of cum shooting over the duke's fingers and onto his stomach.
Clint's cock pulsed in the duke's grip, each wave making his muscles clench and release.
His face twisted in raw bliss, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent cry that turned into ragged pants.
The duke watched every bit of it, his gaze locked on Clint's face.
He saw the flush creep up Clint's neck, the way his lips parted and trembled. Slow strokes milked out the last drops, keeping the sensation going until Clint went limp, chest heaving.
