Steve's got good hands. Wide fingers, and I let out a groan, rocking back against him, encouraging-- nearly begging. I suppose if he wants to take his fucking time, he's the goddamn birthday boy or whatever, but I'd be just as happy if he'd get on with it.

Fuck you both.

Rumbling out a laugh, I slide a finger into my mouth alongside Danny's dick, just enough to get it wet with spit. He's gonna come like a fuckin' teenager at this rate, but I wanna make him shout. Shifting my hand lower, I press at him with one slick finger, sliding it in deep and crooking it against his prostate at the same time I swallow his cock as far down my throat as I can.