"I love deep-throating and nails. Don't afraid to get a little rough on me, love."

Hunter rasped; his voice low and husky with arousal as his tongue came out to wet his lips. Then he was moaning long and low when Jack began flicking his tongue against his sensitive head over the slit. That got a hiss of pleasure and a growl accompanying it. The man knew how to suck a cock. Of course he did.

"I'm always hard for you, Jack. Ever since we met back at the bar, I've been touching myself at night thinking about you."

It was a truthful admission and one Hunter wasn't afraid to share with Jack, now that they were lovers.