It was good. It was always good. I set my hands gently at his hips and sucked him slowly, methodically, my eyes lingering on his face before finally drifting shut. I hummed, my own cock straining in my slacks, and took him as deeply as I could.

I considered helping him out of his clothes, at least pushing down his pants and unbuttoning his shirt, but there was always something about keeping our clothes on. The urgency, here in the middle of the shop, left us both aching.