Hartley takes him in; Mick can't help a little moan of encouragement, hitching his hips just so to fill Hartley's mouth and throat all the more with his thick cock. He'd gotten some hints before the younger man made these sort of moves, but it was still truly the crucible in the end, make or break. You would like cock or you didn't then; nothing mild about it, even if it was relatively assured.

In comparison to theory, Hartley is already an expert. Damn. The fact the younger man could simply fit him in and shape his cock was a little astonishing. There was suction against Mick's head--

His strong body tenses and shudders a little, accordingly, biting back the sound of a whimper.

In the end, there was a long moan, fingers digging into Hartley's shoulders, sides. "You'll have a break... Soon enough."