Gideon’s cock spurted thick strands of come between them, his arse clenched around Toby’s cock, milking the orgasm from him. He thrust in hard, once, twice, and tripped over the edge. They collapsed in each other’s arms, sated, sweaty. Smiling. And for all the effort Toby had put into hiding his true feelings, he’d well and truly crossed the line tonight. There was no hiding it now. There was no way Gideon couldn’t not know. As if reading his mind, Gideon put his hand to Toby’s cheek and kissed him, soft and sleepy. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. Gideon already knew.
