"Ah… No… Raffy! If you don't stop, I'm going to come in your mouth! Let go!"
Thomas tried to pull away, but the moment Rafayel's mouth slipped off was the last stimulation—causing him to ejaculate, and Rafayel ended up showered with it all over his face.
He closed his eyes instantly, so none got in them, but he felt the warm, wet sensation running down his nose and cheeks.
Thomas seemed flustered, searching for a towel in haste.
Rafayel wiped the remnants on his fingertips and tasted them carefully, holding it in his mouth.
Ugh… it really is bitter after all…
Rafayel thought to himself just as Thomas wiped his face with a towel.
"No, Raffy, I told you to let go because I was about to come…" Thomas said with a gentle reprimand.
"But… Thomas drinks mine, but I can't drink yours…" Rafayel replied, a little disappointed.
"I appreciate the feeling, really… but mine isn't tasty, you know? You don't have to force yourself. Just being able to touch me makes me happy enough."
