The two men, once again, were at Travis's mercy. Sprawled on the floor, they began to massage his legs, desperate to elicit any reaction from the young man.
Travis arched his head back, a slow moan escaping his lips. He tried to roam a hand across his own body to at least reduce the burning heat, but the men immediately took over, claiming the task for themselves.
"Let me handle that," Derek slurred, clearly no longer in his right mind, his words wild and out of context. The expensive upper outfit gifted to him was already torn apart, leaving his chest bare to the gaze of the two horny men.
Kai slowly rose, administering slow, deliberate kisses to Travis's abdomen. He moved higher, licking his stomach, the sound a low, wet tick before he climbed further, finally hitting Travis's small, sensitive chest.
Travis's body went wild with lust, begging and screaming for more administration.
