He grinded against Rude as he leaned over him and dove in for a taste of his mouth. The nips just got him to press in harder, until their mouths were practically grinding together just like their cocks were. Maybe they'd accidentally nibble too hard. Maybe they'd get a little reckless and leave a bruise. He didn't care. They could laugh about it in the morning. Right now he was letting his other head make the judgment calls.

Every thrust sent a shiver through him. Rude had an impressive cock - he'd always thought so - and being hard and squeezed together felt amazing. He wasn't sure if he wanted to finish like that. Just the idea of stopping to do something else was painful when he felt so close. Would it be good like that? To have their cum splattered all over their stomachs? Maybe...

Of course, that would leave a mess. Even if that would bother Rude more than him, he still didn't want to feel damp while wearing his clothes.

Pulling away with a breathy gasp, he asked Rude, "How do you feel about licking me clean?" Even with the distance his heated pants touched Rude's chin as he tried to catch his breath.