Elian stared at the heavy stuff mere inches from his face, in silence, as if he was reading some hidden letters on its thick, fat cap.
"You know," Alessio's voice was rough, heavily laced with arousal, "you could wrap your mouth around it if you wanted to."
Of course he had noticed the way Elian's eyes kept darting to his cock despite clearly trying not to look. The way Elian's breath had gotten shorter. The flush spreading across his cheeks.
As if the voice had pulled out Elian from whatever trance he was, Elian's head snapped up to glare at Alessio with pure venom. And Alessio's lips curved into a small smile, seeing nothing intimidating in that glare of Elian.
"Finding this funny, right? Just wait, you bastard!" Elian gritted inwardly then grabbed his damp shirt and brought it up to Alessio's cock but instead of gently wiping, he wrapped the fabric around it tightly, his grip aggressive, like he was trying to strangle it.
