“You said I couldn’t touch things.”
Cameron’s being very stubborn, Daniel reflects. Taking one criticism, entirely deserved, and making a meal of it.
“You can touch me,” he coaxes. “Really. Now would be good.”
Cameron shakes his head and blows gently over the rigid cock inches away from his mouth.
“Nope. Too risky. Anything might happen.”
Ice cream and molasses, drippy and wet, smick-smack down. Daniel squirms and gasps.
Cameron bends lower, grinning. “Okay. Sweet tooth. Can’t help myself – hey!”
Daniel grimaces, collapses back, panting. “Sorry.”
“Right in my eye.” Cameron wipes his face clean. “No touching. Got it.”
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